Iquo leaves tomorrow morning. Right now the four of us (kids) are hanging out in the kitchen, Sam being evil as usual with the laugh and Noah reading, me ignoring and Iquo munching Dad's cheese cake that Dad can't eat because of his weird metal-mouth thing.

Still have to write letters to people. *Sigh* I'll miss Iquo. We won't see her for more than a year and that's sad. And I'll miss the little boys, too. They'll be huge in a year. That's ridiculous. But it's about time they grew, so I guess I'll have to deal with it and the lack of cheeks.

YAY! Iquo just gave me one of her amazing head massages. And Noah's cheeks are amazing.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. HIS CHEEKS ARE AMAZING!!! And his little puffy cuteness. And his puppy dog face and eyes, and freckles.

Sam is included. But Noah has the cheekness. Sam has the Freckly.

Oh, and now they fight.
And Noah cries on the ground in pain and smacks Sam in the back of the head. Mopey mopey.
Then spontaneous laughter because it's all so ridiculous and they know it.

"NOOO!!! Squeeze your own cheeks!"
"But mine aren't pillowy like yours!"