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Summer

  School has been out for a few weeks and the time is flying. Because we spend our days outside, blogging has taken a back seat, but an update is in order.
  So just before school got out, Taevin lost a tooth, to the best of my knowledge it wasn't even loose. He just came to me one evening after a routine wrestling match with his brother, tooth in hand and the cutest little toothless smile I've ever seen. Not sure of the going rate these days for lost teeth, the tooth fairy settled on 2$, that seemed to work.
  And speaking of teeth, Callae now has 5, but not the ones you'd expect. Three on the bottom and the two upper "i teeth", she looks like a squishy little vampire, so stinkin cute! The little darling is ten months now and into everything, she crawles, climbs stairs, babbles and is obsessed with playing in the dog food.
  The boys are enjoying the summer and I think I might even be getting a bit of a tan (shocking, I know). Russ is working like crazy but we're always grateful for family time when he's around.
  My last bit of exciting news is that my little brother arrived home from Afghanistan yesterday, well not home, but at least back in the states, so after about 7 years, two Iraq tours and one to Afghanistan he will shortly be returning to civilian life here in Utah. A great big THANK YOU to him and all of the amazing people serving our country!

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