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Last Day for Summer Session at Papa's Daycare

All good things end, at least temporarily.  Today was the last day for summer daycare before my trip up North and Norah going to school.  I wanted to make it a fun day so I went to extra lengths to make it memorable.  Not included are the pool pics but you'll get your crack at those eventually.  




An enthusiastic thumbs-up for the frostingless lemon cake we made.  Powdered sugar is always a worthy substitute.  It was a throwback tot he days when we were in a cake baking phase when Norah was about three.  She was a good helper then and she was just as helpful today.  Alfred, not so much. 




Plenty of time to catch one of our favorite movies and a sis-to-sis snuggle.



Play-doh time.  I include this picture because I though Norah's creative artistry was worth mentioning.  A rather nice job I think.  Unusually adult-like.  Good job.  



Meanwhile, Alfred decided to be creative in another way.  Sticking bits of dough under the coffee table.  













Alfred loves to mug for the camera. 





 And remember our motto at Papa's Daycare:  It's a madhouse!

And so, when I return to Kitschland, the Daycare will resume with one client.  I have signed on to sit until she begins school in a couple years.  Many more days yet.  Many projects...many messes...many long days.  But I love it.  Stockholm Syndrome in reverse.  

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