Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Momma's mule, Priscilla. When we were waiting for Momma, Julius spotted a backhoe in the parking lot. Using the abbreviated whine that he employs as a part of speech that translates roughly as "I want," he said "[I want] see backhoe." On the way to said backhoe, we spotted the stables. "[I want] see horses ... after ... see backhoe, OK, Daddy?" Yes, Julius. Anything you schedule is all right with Daddy.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
A hike through Muir Woods ... on the last leg, Julius and the cousins practiced running down the path. At one point, there was a fork in the road, where both forks rejoined on the other side of Cathedral Grove. When Daddy started going down the opposite fork that the cousins had taken, Julius noticed, stopped running, and yelled at the cousins to stop! He didn't want them to get lost. Later, we saw a man being carted to an ambulance to tend to his broken ankle. It was quite an exciting day.