GOATS

Portland celebrated National Night Out by hosting concerts and local food vendors at various playgrounds around town. The park was packed with good cheer and I'll never forget one family gathered on their blanket; a mom, a dad, two kids, and two kids (yes, two goats). I had heard of having goats as pets to keep the grass low, but these goats were hanging out like old mellow dogs. The family told us they milk the goats, take them for walks, and allow them to roam in and out of their house. Why not? (Picture taken at the zoo, an entirely different event. This picture just made me think of the goats at National Night Out, except he doesn't look as happy).

Daddy, Mommy, Me, and My Jesus Bandaid

Compliments of Uncle Dayn and Auntie Becky. And you were right, it helped the healing.

WE'LL MISS YOU GREAT GRANDMA...

Great Grandma Soriano lived to be 99 years young. On June 4, 2008, she re-entered the spirit world. We explained to Sekani that like the prettiest flower you can imagine, Great Grandma grew from a seed, blossomed, died, and went back to the earth. We will miss her, but have captured precious moments on camera like this one to make us smile and remember her sweetness. 

The Study of Flight

"Hey Mom, watch this! Dad, did you see that?"

Our couch has proven to be the testing ground for Sekani's study in self flight. Thank you, couch, for giving Sekani unlimited joy and safe landings.

Thomas the Train Day at Hood River

A Knight on the Town

Thank you Auntie Becky and Uncle Dayn for bestowing my son as the Knight of Alberta Arts. The streets are now safe.

From 2 to 3

The endless "why" stage and newfound expression involving whining, crying, and "I don't want to," has helped us dig deeply into our patience reserves. Just when I thought we sailed through the "terrible twos," Sekani will now let us know at any time, place, or volume if something is bothering him. Last night, at bed time, he was upset because he wanted his bedspread "in clumps" rather than lying flat. "It's not clumpy enough and the clumps won't stay," he whimpered as his last attempt to stay up a few moments longer. I told him that his bedspread was one big clump party, and reminded him that it was more important to feel comfortable than worry about clumpage. He was ok with that response. Phew. 

A few weeks ago, Sekani started daycare five days a week while I went back to paid full-time work. I feel so lucky to have spent the first three years with him, but change has been a beautiful thing. Although he complains every other morning about going to school, we have fun listening to him share his experiences about his friends, teachers, and classroom pets--guinea pigs, hermit crabs, and mealworms.