Catching Up With Miles & Leo (October Edition)

Pickin' a pumpkin.

Ready for carving.

Slurping some "solids".

Farming, Seattle-style.

Mouse in da house.

Cuteness air patrol.

"Speed.  I am speed."

Mr. Leo.

The First Cut

(Miles, a mere 15 months ago)

Our firstborn son was bald for so long that we cherished each tender shoot of hair that finally sprouted on his head.  The idea of ever cutting his hair seemed absurd, fanciful, far-fetched.   It took many months after his curly locks began obscuring Miles' eyes before the scales fell off of ours.  

 Finally, there was no denying it: the boy needed a haircut.

 Of course, we loved his vertiginous curls.   And we had nothing against the androgynous look.  But "how old is your little girl?" was becoming an increasingly frequent question.

In any event, the long-dreaded, long-delayed day had arrived.  But if you have to get your first haircut, you might as well do it in style -- or, in Miles' case, in a firetruck chair.

Even so, it didn't go without some wailing and gnashing of teeth...  but you won't see those pictures because the photographer had to put down his camera and wrestle with his subject.

But when it was all over, Miles was still in the driver's seat.

 ... and still sporting a reasonable set of curls.

So, who's up for a haircut next?

Leo Crawls

Yes, you read it here first.



Leo is now fully motorized and motile.

Kauai Roundup (Part 3)

The time had finally come to say goodbye to our holiday home.

We took one last spin around the pool for old times' sake.

And for young times' sake, too.

It wasn't easy to convince Miles that there would be a water slide back home.

Or a waterfall.

Nor would we have 24/7 grandma support.

Or an outrigger canoe at our disposal.

The scenery wouldn't quite be the same, either.

Yup, going home was going to be tough to swallow.

But we approached it philosophically.

After all, you can't always get everything you want.

But, like the song says, you just might find you get what you need.