G gave Kenga a big cheer and a hug as she shot out of daycare, after announcing to the world we were heading south. she knows the truck means a fun weekend. Even the cop that pulled Beckie near Ajo let us go, said we were the nicest people he’d ever pulled from Scottsdale.
lollypops are as crucial as DVDs for a pleasant journey, but not without consequences
“chollaball is leaving his underpants behind” was the other potential title for this post, but that simply had to suffice as my FB status.
I rode, but it was business-like and uninspired, maintenance miles. I read an entire book, for the first time in months and months.
we 2 sailors are paddling in our boat. quite the brave little sailor she was
the dismount required tremendous acts of littleGirl Courage
fly by night away from here, change my life again
later that day we saw the osprey heading towards the nest down the street from our house, with dinner in its talons. the next morning it flew right by the balcony with another meal while a chorus of babies cheered its approach.
the beach was empty, but some people and their dog set up about 5 feet from us. Kila asserted her eminent domain.
G swam 5, 8, 10 yards from me to Beckie. last trip she wouldn’t stand to be released. that afternoon, she learned to bob in the tide by herself.
G later went galloping though the rocks while trying to make friends with other kids, not comprehending why they could not keep up.
Alana will not be far behind. She casually trotted 100 yards away from us chasing her sister. at least Kila was a responsible parent.