riley discovers nature's compass and the immense satisfaction that comes from drawing a perfect circle.

the adventures of poopchick and peepchick
riley discovers nature's compass and the immense satisfaction that comes from drawing a perfect circle.
kale gets up close and personal the skate we rescued from a hungry seagull on yesterday’s postprandial perambulation.
i wanna say 'islands in the stream that is what we are' so bad but it is not a stream, it is the atlantic ocean. fer realz.
somehow this picture of the tallest (totally functioning) marble run of ever didn't make it on to last week's post.
'that doll has no face because you made it. right, calliope?' clearly kale is not aware of the world of waldorf toys.
what would a trip to alstead be without some sort of iproduct tutorial from uncle edward?
final shot of the fam at the beach. kale refused to participate but that's ok, we've got eliot now.
this is the part of the day where we patiently wait for the crabs to come and eat the smashed mussels we've placed in the tide pool.
the real problem, as I see it, with taking shots of doubles tennis matches is that 3/4 of the subjects are standing still at any given time. in other news, riley is unsurprisingly good at tennis.
in this kale is my polar opposite. i can't think of something i'd like to do less than lie down fully clothed and get covered with sand right before bed. call me crazy.
learning early that you can't ask your friends to help you move unless you offer them pizza.