Early morning at Pyramid lake

Training him well

Yesterday evening, as I was preparing dinner, cleaning up after the wee man's usual swath of destruction and generally trying to remain sane, the phone rang. A long distance ring. I expected one of his grandparents, an aunt or even a distant friend. Instead, in the midst of the roiling turmoil that stands in for our regular evenings as we try to get some food into the munchkin before we hit full meltdown, on the line was that special kind of evil - the telemarketer.

At that precise instant, the wee man issued an ear-splitting howling barking cacophony of such intensity that as the windows vibrated and the floor shook. Before I could say another word it was the telemarketer who wanted to get off the phone. And as I hung up, as suddenly as it had begun, the audible assault stopped dead. The wee man grinned.

And so did I.

The long way round.

We need to do something about that hair

More good times.

1, 2, 3 . . . Ready or not!

Freedom!

Into the woods . . .

Cottage morning coffee

Mischief is about to commence

Pardon the Interruption

Summer's just been too nice to sit down in front of the computer and type out some text across the interwebs. So we've been phoning it in, literally, with a bunch of Hipstamatic shots from various summer adventures.

Again, the patio, a beer and the warm summer sun are beckoning, so I'll just leave with you some artwork that wee man did specifically for his Gia-Gia and Aunt GaGa.

It helps that we finally got a scanner/printer.