peas in a pod.

The term “great aunt” doesn’t always denote generational distinctions.

beachcombing.

(also known as torturing crustaceans) – evidence that my sister and Sarah are better companions of a ten-year-old than I am.

mango tango.

hot tub time machine.

the difference two years makes.

Same crew, same yard. Different snow, different result.

Winter, 2007:

Winter, 2009:

B and the New Kid on the Block:

i spy.

mudd pie.

We tried out Red Robin when it came to town. I told the waitress that I used to work at one in Seattle. When she asked when that was, and I realized it was more than 15 years ago, I felt really, really old and could no longer be frustrated that she was calling me ma’am. B loved the mudd pie.

breakfast of champions.

Eight-year-old champion of dragging out household chores – and homework – for as long as humanly possible, that is.

back to school (and blogging).

B started school today, which means that summer is ending and it’s time to get back into the “normal” swing of things. Here are some shots from the bus stop (including one of the TWO bags full of school supplies necessary for the first day).

While I have two weeks before my own classes start, there’s lots to do before then…

feeling crabby?

Wading in the water one day, my sister stumbled across a dungeness crab. Not one to waste a teaching moment, she reached down to pick it up and realized that there was something strange about it. Its legs looked warped or tangled. As she pulled it up above the water, a smaller crap fell off the bottom of the dungeness and into the water. Turns out the dungeness was fine, it was just tangled up in love. Steph apparently interrupted the special moment. Oh well…

Once again, not one to waste a teaching moment, Steph brought the crab to the beach to share with all of us.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Crab, hopefully they found each other again.