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Michael and I took his last day of paternity leave as an opportunity to clean out the crawlspace.  The crawlspace is the place where we keep everything that we don't use, but cart around with us from apartment to apartment (to house) because we (I) can't bear to part with it.  But it was beginning to look like an episode of Hoarders in there, so Mike coerced me into cleaning.

I like to sneak photos of Mike when he's not looking.

An example of the type of crap we found in there.  Apparently I can't bear to part with wads of thread and plastic fern leaves.  And I have no idea what that white thing is, but Mike made me throw it away.  

See this dead butterfly in a Tupperware container?  I've had this for SEVEN YEARS.  Shut up.  It was a prop for a photo project in college.  

Gloria hung out in the guest room next door.  

Baby girl had a great night last night.  She only woke up twice, and we got nine hours of sleep, in four and five hour increments.  It was amazing.  Tonight's not looking so great.  She's had a pretty reflux-y day, vomiting for the first time in two days.  The past two days and last night were so great, though, I'll take what I can get.