r.i.p.

Alas, today we retire Madeleine's cat boots. Her little toes are finally too big and were rubbed red after a morning of play.

If you've seen Madeleine in the past 8 months it's highly likely you've seen these boots.

She has seemingly refused to wear nothing but them for some time now.

"Boooos" she shouts when she wants them. Heck, it was one of her first words -- though I'll be honest, I think part of that is courtesy of watching Dora.

Farewell Booos, you'll be missed.

down on the farm

Headed out to the farm this week with Halmoni.

Mo really liked picking raspberries.

Almost as much as she enjoyed picking choice rocks.

There were also sunflowers you could pick which we thought was going to be great.

That was until we realized some of the stalks were upwards of an inch in diameter.

Miyo tried twisting some off until I found a tiny, and I mean tiny, knife on my key chain.

We tirelessly sawed at the flowers until we each had a nice bouquet (and sufficiently mangled enough plants).

Lesson learned: ask them for clippers before you hike out to the back of the farm where the flowers are.
The little ones were trying to touch a gigantic black bee in the sweet peas.

Those two were d-i-r-t-y by the end of the outing.

just singing and dancing in the...

rain doesn't happen all that often in Southern California.

In fact, it's practically a novelty.

Today we walked home from school and sang and danced our little hearts out just as Gene would have.