A good lookin' kid

After application of a number of images to a project I'm doing, it turns out I have a few left over. Here's a shot of my very handsome boy with a glorious blue sky behind him. Gotta love that Georgia sun.

A good start

So, given a choice, what does Lily Jane request for breakfast? Why, cookies and milk, of course.



This is primarily to embarrass Stephanie, who didn't participate in the staging of this picture. Regardless this is still her child.

More beach pictures

Because it's warming up everywhere, I thought a few more pictures of the kids' frolicking would be appropriate. (Images courtesy of the iPhone, whose battery life is longer than the Canon's.)



Andy articulating the sheer size of the Atlantic. We must have spent hours calculating the volume, but the drive home gave us that time.



It's hard to spot, but Kate is actually moving backwards here. She's quite talented.



Jane was more excited than some-outlandish-thing-here-in-the-South. She and I chased each other for at least an hour.

Dialect

Kate, at 5, has a keen ear for dialect. Please observe the following:

Mom (to dad, listing something or other; I wasn't really paying attention): A) blah, blah, something, blah. B) blah, blah, etc.

Kate (cutting into the conversation): Are you from Canada? Because I just heard you say, "eh!"

The conversation paused at this point and the train of thought lost to unrestrained laughter.

Sea Island

Seventeen days after celebrating the groundhog, we found ourselves again at an island retreat in southern Georgia. We understand that during this time most of the readership has been covered in snow, or at least cold. In order to offend the least number of friends and family, here is only a sample of the beach frolicking.



Lily Jane really getting the most out of her swing.



Stephanie poses in front of an early lighthouse on St Simon's Island.



Andy and Kate pose on top of the lighthouse. The platform is visible in the background behind Stephanie.

Pinewood Durr-bee

Andy's first Pinewood Durr-bee (southern pronunciation) went great. Always thrilled to wear his scout shirt, Andy arrived with his shin-y red car, perfectly weighted and well, uh, graphited.



The races were spectacular. Andy was so animated when his name was called and he put his car on the track. He lost a few heats and won a few. For every race, Andy pumped his fists in the air and shouted as the cars raced down the track. By the third heat, the other scouts would chant, "Andy! Andy! Andy!" as he moved his pinewood car into position.



It was truly one of the great moments of our year and we're so happy to be where we are with our friends around us.

Lexicon

Kate: Mom, I see a shooting star!

Mom: Actually, that's an airplane.

K: Well, I call it a shooting star.