robe tradition

The last boy to wear this robe was my brother, 38 years ago. My four sisters and I stayed warm in it next, followed by my four nieces. Now it's Miles' robe. It's amazing in what good condition it still is.

Miles enjoys brushing his hair.

Incredible!

image from here: http://www.patrickmoberg.com/

What an amazing day! It's still hard to believe that this country has finally woken up and realized that things will have to change. A new chapter for this country and the world. A historic moment in so many ways. Maybe I will become an American.

sunday morning self-portaits

All about cars

It's all about cars these days. Everywhere we go, you point out the cars and trucks. At Loews, you needed to go climb up all the John Deere lawnmower trucks; at the playground, you climb in and out of the cars most of the time we are there. In the morning, we let you sit up front with us in the driver's seat for a couple of minutes. You love turning on and off the volume of the radio, the windshield wipers, etc. So much to do and see!

Will you be my cowboy?

I knew you weren't going to wear the hat, but I went to three different stores to find one anyway. I was successful at tricking you into wearing it around your neck at least.

There was a smoke machine in one of the yards. Here you look like a real cowboy, ready for whatever is next.

You walked confidently towards each house but of course you didn't know what to do when we got there and didn't take any of the candy people tried to give to you (that was a surprise). I think you will know what to do next year.

Time for Apples

We have been going to the same place to pick apples for the past three years. High on a mountain, various types of apples, hanging ripe and ready for us. The best apples all year long. It's worth waiting for the whole year. We also picked out a huge pumpkin.

I just noticed that it has been ONE year since I started up this blog. Cool. Here is hoping it will have a long life.