Baby trio with dads and moms

 

Sitting down, over chips and salsa. Dylan, Alisha & Trevor. (Alisha is 2 months older but both the boys have already outgrown her.)

Rosh Hashana - Tashlich in Concord (2012)

When all goes well, Rosh Hashana falls on the nicest day in September, and we enjoy a lovely hour at the kids' services, early lunch at Soundbites in Somerville, then take our stale bread out to a river to toss away our sins. Location of choice for the last couple years for the bread tossing (Tashlich) has been North Bridge in Concord's Minute Man National Park - the site of the first bloody battle of the American Revolution. No particular meaning - or for that matter consideration - however, it means we usually run into either a school group and/or a tour bus of folks from England or Japan who give us quizzical looks when Jeremy busts out his shofar.

 Zach and Lilia, being 4, took this as an opportunity to play squirrel family. We were able to convince them to walk for quite a while with the promise of a large acorn tree at the top of the hill. Which was a good alternative to carrying or dragging them.

Picnic with a crawling baby who likes to eat grass plus apples, honey and a bunch of yellow jackets was about as flawless as it sounds. 

Then everyone climbed a tree (after posing for pictures). Jeremy fell out. But I think he's ok now.

 

 

 

 

6 hours in Ogunquit

 

Remember what it was like to be 4?

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I'll call the above picture: "lazy parents sitting with camera."

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Thank you, kind passer-by, for this. 

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 You know you're in Maine because sweaters are required after 5 in August.  

Forest invasion

Camping: a reasonable excuse to eat hot dogs, get dirt under the fingernails and play with fire.

We stuck through the morning of rain to make sure to maximize the marshmallow eating. 

Zach + Ryan:

And Alisha, wearing/eating corn at the picnic table, after sampling a few nibbles of dirt and pine needles. 

 

Alisha around and about

 

Pastimes: beating things with her toothbrush; food - long noodles are a favorite; blowing back-washy bubbles into my water with my straw; stealing stuff sneakily.

Skills: kneeling, standing at the coffee table, feeding herself beans, screaming mercilessly, and (new!) slithering. 

Dislikes: sleeping in her crib,  soft baby toys, being sat on by Zach.

 

Lazy lake week

 

 

 

 

 

 

At Lake Anna, Virginia

Pool Time

 

Halibut Point...rocks

 

 

The extra baby is Finn; he belongs to Josh and Hilary Falk.  

Conversations with Zachary

Yesterday:
R: What should we get daddy for father's day?
Z: I know, an LED!
R: An LED? Really? Huh?
Z: Yeah, one of those lights!

[clearly, his father is obsessed]

This Morning:
Z: I'm getting braver in my dreams.
R: Really?
Z: Yes. I'm not scared when the monster wants to eat me.
R: Really?
Z: Yes, when he eats me, I'm in his belly. It's dark and wet, but he uses soap that doesn't make my eyes hurt to get me clean. He doesn't take bites.
R: Really?
Z: Yes.

Afternoon:
Z: I have an idea for an invention.
R: Really?
Z: Yes, it's sticks, made out of fish.
R: Like… fish sticks?
Z: Yes! … but without the crusty stuff.  And you don't have to put them in the refrigerator.
R: They stay fresh?
Z: Yes.
R: But how do they stay fresh out of the refrigerator?
Z: They just stay fresh.
R: Implementation detail, I guess.
Z: What? … And they sometime have mold on them.


This Evening:
Z: I made hands today at daycare!
J: Is that supposed to be a surprise?
Z: No.

Z: Daddy, I did something today at daycare, but I don't want to say what it is, because it's a surprise.

New Family Photo

One of these days I'm going to go to Sears and have a real family portrait taken. (Does Sears still take pictures? I have unpleasant memories of being locked in a dark Sears photo studio with my sister in matching outfits, circa 1979.) Anyhow, till then - here we are in our usual disorganized manner.

 

(Thanks to my father for capturing this.)