ship fencing team. Oona is in fine form with her tinkerbell heels on and her left hand in the correct position.
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Here we are at the airport saying good-by again. Oona rode furiously up and down and up and down the side walk on her two wheeled pink bike, steered perfectly into the driveway, parked her bike in the garage and climbed into her car seat to go to the airport. Three little friends from across the street came to say good-by and they all piled into my new car to clamber over to kiss Kiefer who was already buckled in. Oi Vey! The energy. Okay, I admit it! I will sleep for a week! So will Allan.



Look at Sophie's lower lip! Woe be to the men of her future. Kiefer will have to refine his, hey-lets-be-friends approach. Sophie practiced the piano and Oona demonstrated her bike balancing skills to uncle Chris. Kiefer likes to open the freezer door and say, "Oh Yeah!" exactly as Sonja says the same words. Sometimes he gets his fingers pinched and then there are great howls of grief.



