11/18/08
Saturday, December 13, 2008
School walk-a-thon
The three musketeers: Buster, Michael and Griffin. There are actually about seven musketeers, but they seem to arrange themselves in groups of three a lot.
Here's a new squadron now: Griffin, Michael and Peter. Buster gives some last-minute orders.
This is either some pre-walk stretching or some kind of hula dance led by Maestra Robin, at right. Michael's mom and dad are behind the kids, center. The girl in with the boys is Aukje.
Ms. Harmon, the assistant principal, gets in on the warmups.
And we're off.
Walk-a-thon? Who walks?
"How many laps do I have, Dad?" Fifteen. It would eventually be 22, which was almost four and a half miles. Considering Buster's sponsors were told to expect about five laps, everyone took the news quite well. Buster was deservedly proud of his performance. Daisy only walked a little because she got blisters, but she did busy herself inventing a new sport.
Tetherdaisy.
11/15/08
Grandparents on the phone
Daisy patiently waits her turn.
Buster approaches it a little differently.
Good question, Grandma. And now, it's ...
crazy time.
11/8/08
Halloween
In costume. This is outside Buster's school, where there was a Halloween festival in the late afternoon. But before we went in, Daisy busted out the old soft shoe. Really. This isn't clever photo selection or anything. She just started knockin' out the ol' Cyd Charisse.
Seven-eight!
Go cat go!
Pick your toenails up tomorrow!
Meanwhile, Cruella DeVille waits at home
Trick-or-treating in our neighborhood isn't house-to-house. It's store-to-store down Mission Street.
The place that sells the hoodies with the giant SF on the back.
North Beach Pizza
Whattaya mean closed?
Wait. I think I heard someone unlock a door.
At long last it's time to go home to contemplate the true meaning of the holiday.
Mmmmm. Meaning.
So. Right to bed now, right?
Right!
10/31/08
Friday, December 12, 2008
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