Remember when I got my Squinch? This picture was taken a whole year ago.  Everyone in it has grown.

Aidan is taller, burlier, occasionally surlier, but generally just as awesome to be around.

Jack is a flour sack.  Fifty pounds of pure, wholegrain love and neck licking.

Squinchy is an existential otter-fox, immortalized in song and beloved by two year olds.  His nose and ears have both grown pointy.

I’ve grown too, though mostly on the inside.  You can tell, though, because of my hair.  That’s my insides growing outwards.


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