Trying to figure out how screw-tops work. 

Ich bin ein New Yorker. It's shocking to learn about the state of the world ... especially at the breakfast table in your booster seat. 

Enjoying OJ from his new mug, a gift from Delwa in NYC. Thanks, Del! 

Slurping spaghetti. 

After Daddy's haircut. Wow, what a difference!

Our camera, which had been stolen while we were in Yosemite Valley, arrived in the mail today, having been turned in to the park's lost and found last Friday. It was none the worse for wear, and we posted the pictures from our trip as soon as we could.

There were so-o-o-o many rocks to throw into this river. Julius hardly noticed the frigid water. 

Julius and Poppy prepare for a dip in the cool river. 

Julius and Poppy give their respective porters a break as they walk the last part of the trail under their own power. 

Beth and Poppy check out the ground squirrel. This one tried to sell us Yosemite T-shirts that were obvious forgeries. 

This marker is at the overlook pictured below. It claims an elevation of 7503 feet. We hiked some small fraction of that. 

The overlook of El Capitan. 

At the Fissures vista over Yosemite Valley. Daddy thinks he can see Wyoming. Julius is not so sure. 

Pinecones grow on trees? Are you kidding? 

"No, seriously, if you run and kick the ball, I promise to hold it steady." 

Are we there yet? On the way to Yosemite. 

A surprise visit from Orca and Simon! Welcome back (from Montana) Rachel to SunnySF!