Where's Yaya?

We've pretty much dispensed with the gates. We still have one up, but it's almost always open. The girls like to go look for Zeke in his cat door, or throw stuff through it, something I didn't figure out until I was missing something.

After a little search this morning, we had a photo session. It's almost impossible to get them all looking at the camera at the same time. I tried to put my hand above my head and wave to get their attention, but they all just copied me.

No snarky comments about the ridiculously inappropriate shirts. I found them in some bag of clothes...