what is life

It was a busy weekend for Cassidy. Grandma Sonnie and Grandpa Chris came for a visit, including some extended games of "hide" and a trip to the zoo. Cousin Sara is also visiting, which meant a trip to the park down the street with her and Grandma Rachel and mommy. After all that fun, he was ready for a bath.

Our little bear has grown into a happy, healthy 2.5 year old. He runs and climbs, recites the alphabet, and counts to 20. He loves to tell you about his favorite animals "giraffe" and "hippo" and "other giraffe" and about his friends at daycare. With the slightest of prompts, he breaks into a joyful if somewhat off-key version of "Alouette." He has simple pleasures, and lives in the moment. It's a good lesson for us grownups.

every picture tells a story

love from san francisco and point reyes

this here giraffe

We took Cassidy to the San Francisco Zoo for Fourth of July. He had a lot of fun racing around and seeing all the animals. He was quite impressed with the giraffe - according to him, his favorite animals were "giraffe" and "other giraffe." He humored us by agreeing to see the hippos and eagles when there weren't giraffes nearby.

wave that flag

Cassidy is enjoying his first tattoo (don't worry, it's temporary). It gives him a bit of a bad-boy edge, and is a big winner with the girls at the playground. His oh-so-stylish dinosaur hat, worn at a rakish angle, is also a proven crowd-pleaser.

give the drummer some

Cassidy is hedging his career bets by preparing for a career as a drummer, in case his preferred jobs as alphabet reciter and professional hider don't work out. He's even doing some supplemental reading to brush up; it's always good to know how animal punk rock bands handle fame and success.

attack of the killer b's

bouncing on blue balls, buttons, being beguiling ... our boisterous, beautiful, beloved bear brings a bevy of boundless brilliance to boggle our brains and bring us bliss.

i'm only sleeping

So 10 minutes before this first picture was taken, Cassidy had fallen asleep during dinner. Totally asleep - head down, no responding, snoring away. I figured he was out for the night and took him in to be enjammied. He woke up a little during that process, so we threw a t-shirt on and came back out to see if he'd at least eat a few more bites, or maybe drink a little milk. Little Lazarus wound up eating his entire dinner, smiling and giggling, read books afterward, and took an hour to fall asleep.

Oh, also, swings are fun.