Matt and Becca

Rosie has been very sweet to babies, saying, "awwwww" and giving kisses. (I am much encouraged.)

And Gymnastics! How odd is it that Rosie's coach was Liz' coach in Maryland 20 years ago?? All the Dominic Dawes paraphenalia tipped me off, and sure enough when we compared notes-- we remembered the Vietnamese restaurant kitty corner from their gym.
In contrast to Kate's monster egg, we got this adorable little mini egg last week. When we cracked it open it was... YOKELESS! What a cool freak of nature.
Our scrawny nasty little black kitten has blossomed into an affectionate and glossy CAT who I adore more than I thought I ever would.
We have an astounding orange tree--thin-skinned and explosively sweet and juicy fruit all year round. We made a pitcher of orange juice that defied description.
Rosie making towers out of Matt's forage planters

Winter is spider season-- they're everywhere, all sorts. These X shaped garden spiders start out microscopic and grow into huge green and black and blue jeweled mothers. And the little bitey crab spiders build ungraceful webs between every branch and leaf of ever tree and lurk like clumps of dirt.
Our pakalana vine
Little Red!
Two of our chickens were escape artists until Matt fixed the coop-- they loved hanging out with the cats in the garage and always came running to meet us whenever we came home, and had a very glossy and sexy rooster boyfriend.
Hawaiian princess
Rosie needed a rest at a birthday party, apparently.
Blue frosting!
Puppet show!
Splashing!
Raaaaaar.