When there hasn't been a blog post in awhile, I feel like I should break the spell with something that is not very dramatic.
There's a basketball court tucked away near the trail behind our house. Today we took our ball and R tried to hit the regulation-height hoop. The hoops at school are quite a bit shorter.
R is a tongue-concentrator. I used to be too.
Beautiful, bright clear November day. The temperature starts to drops as the sun moves lower in the sky. Charlie always seems to be involved in something much more interesting and high-stakes than we are.
