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I finally decided to join the ranks and start blogging. This is a work in progress because I have no idea what I am doing. This, of course, is nothing new. I rarely know what I am doing when it comes to domestic stuff. Somehow we survive, however. Today is Independence Day. We went to a neighborhood barbecue and lit fireworks in the street. We have some very nice neighbors who host it on their front yard. Of course, the kids end up going all over the place. #1 went running around with her teenage friends. She's really a great teenager. #2 and #3 stayed pretty close. They've been really getting along today. #4 enjoyed all of it because he's three. No pictures of today, but I am attaching a picture or two of a Sunday walk we took two weeks ago at the frog pond. We didn't catch any frogs but we heard them and had a nice walk.





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  1. haii first of all happy independence day....
    i'm from india i saw your blog...your a new comer isn't it?
    me too please visit my blog tooo

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  2. Thanks, Rahul! Love the pictures of India. Absolutely beautiful!

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