peas in a pod.

August 28, 2010

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

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beachcombing.

July 24, 2010

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

mango tango.

July 23, 2010

hot tub time machine.

July 21, 2010

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

Winter, 2007:

Winter, 2009:

B and the New Kid on the Block:

i spy.

May 2, 2009

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mudd pie.

April 22, 2009

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.

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breakfast of champions.

August 18, 2008

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

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?

July 26, 2008

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.