The Backseat Diaries

On our way to Ohio, I looked back and saw them holding hands. I generally try to avoid handling electronics while driving, but I could not resist snapping the sweet evidence.

Caught in the classroom crossfire of a toddler block-hurling rampage, my boy has a shiner. He looks like an inmate.

Giving Thanks

Cass is thankful for, among a litany of other things:
Bats, Santa, cows, pigs, sheep... and "the entire world and everything that lives on it, like plants, and the solar system, especially all the planets and all the stars."

Cranbrook Morning

I love this chilly fall day. Hunching, watching, wondering, following, hand-holding. They know these trails like their own backyard -- where to find the bark and stick hut; turtles sitting on rocks at the edge of the pond; their favorite statues (the centaurs!); and the stage, where we command grand performances for the creatures of the woods.

Pre-Halloween Halloween Party

Building anticipation...

 

 

 

 

Treehugger

 

Planting trees with his dad and Uncle Phil in Roosevelt Park. 

Violinist

 

He loves the ritual of it: getting it out of the case, tightening the bow slack, rubbing the resin along the hairs. And he's really quite good. I expected to recoil in pain, but it's so overwhelmingly darling.