Almost time for a haircut.
It's cute, it's cute, it's cute, ahh, it's not cute.
That's what happens when his hair is at this length. One day we wake up and it's not cute anymore.
Fort Casey canons.
Those are little soldier toys all over the place. Those things are worse than sand. They are EVERYWHERE.
I love self imposed prisons. If only they stayed in there all day.
We got to fish-sit! Avery diligently fed them every morning and every night.
Sweet. Except then she's awake all night. But I go to bed at 8, so it's not my problem. smiley.
I love old little people toys.
I took just Evan to the library the other day and he played with these the whole time. He rarely gets to go places all by himself. It was nice.
Evan reminds me of a little Austrian boy when he wears shorts.
We went and picked wild flowers to make a bouquet.
Avery was so worried about stepping on a slug.
We saw a deer the other day on my run.
Mostly I am just proud and happy to say I feel good enough in the mornings to actually go for a run.
This is the only pregnancy I have been able to do that. Mornings are great.
I told Evan that Grandma Larsen is coming in a few days, and he is really excited.
He's sitting on my lap right now pointing to that picture of her and talking nonsense.
The other day there were a million cranes in the harbor - way more than this picture shows - but it was funny how they each picked a rock to stand on. I felt sorry for the poor suckers who didn't get a rock.