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My fav pics from our early Xmas with the Kramers:

Why does Ripley always look like she’s about to cry when I’m holding her? Maybe she’s mad that I haven’t taken her to Cleveland yet.

Damn you, Uncle Culann! How is she so happy????

Ripley likes wrapping paper more than presents. I guess it’s more fun to gum.

I worked very hard mapping out gastric and intestinal hormones, and I can guarantee I will remember less than half of this when I go to study it again.

These are my favorite pics from Ben’s surprise bday dinner, which Ayrel did a great job planning and Culann and I did a great job not telling Ben about.

This was the second of our supposedly weekly date nights. I guess monthly date nights aren’t so bad either.

I drove from Cleveland to NJ to have dinner with Becca while she was in town from London for a few days. It was the only time I’ll get to see her while she’s preggers (with this one anyway). My brain was total mush after the 8-hour drive. That last two hours is just killer. It was well worth it though.

Apparently this is a tough year for squirrels. For some reason, oak trees are not producing acorns, so squirrels are starving. This means they are even more likely to approach humans or put themselves in dangerous situations out of desperation for food. Our guys still look pretty plump, but I put some birdseed out for them anyway. I’m not sure that squirrels eat birdseed, but it was that or a can of water chesnuts.

How is our wedding not going to involve Jordan Almonds?? I have to remedy this.

Also, I think I have too much time on my hands.