(we found it, finally. cool.)
baseball. for a minute.
Trevelyn went for a walk in The Big Wide World by himself.
which was, more precisely, a solo walk to the store with a jingling pocket and a dream. "I'm nine years old, Mom. Almost ten."
deep breath. "Okay."
off he went.
but i was hurrying Eric and Madd to their bikes when i thought he'd been gone long enough... only to see him at the top of the hill, making his way down...
and since we were (conveniently :) ) already loaded onto our bikes...
well.. 'cept for Madd. she chose to scoot.
kick the can.
home to pool?
some more of that mad, mad love affair with anthony...
(kitchen confidential, this time...)
searchin' out dinner in de gahden.
sunshine and rain at the same time. yep.
i don' know what else,
but it doesn't matter.
'tis good enough for me.