Baby hangies.

This is the part where the eleven of us (two kids, a toddler, a newborn, two seniors and five adults) drove twenty minutes to try and get dinner at a mediocre restaurant in rural Rhode Island so we could watch the women's World Cup on the big screen. On a Friday night. We went back home after a short discussion about the forty five minute wait. 

Whoa.

Pre-body boardin' beach babe pose.

Not (too) afraid of the waves any more.

We are doing an experiment where we don't wear sunscreen but we do wear sun protection. So far, so good.

Uncle JP and Kale may have gotten a leeeetle carried away celebrating their winning goal against Katrina and Riley.

Kale tends the goal during game four of the sixth tourney of the evening. 

Beach soccer abounds.

Nico and Ina have a gerbil and Riley is totally smitten. Kale likes it "okay".

Additional goofy goofballs.

The goofiest goofballs. (Oh and Riley was practicing being a teenager during this shot and sleeping late.)

There was a lot of exclaiming on the part of the children (and the grownups) about how big everyone had gotten. It's true that they are all tall string beans!

We did some pond swimming and some pool swimming and it was luxurious!

And we were all very happy to see the old crew! And eat potluck style. And argue about the properness of spoons and forks.

And Shoshana was VERY happy to see Kale.

Rainbow was VERY happy to see Riley. It was "almost weird". You can't see it here.

After a refreshing dip in the pond, Calliope and Co move on to an afternoon of strawberry picking. It's amazing what you can fit into a 24 hour period.

Ah, Alstead. We love you so. 

Hiking the rainbow trail with the great Uncle Anton. (Ok, we hiked about fifteen feet of the trail, but still!)

Impromptu cousins-only dance party in Alstead.

One last photo: two goofballs on black hill road, Katrina's childhood home.

Seems the experience of shooting a real gun didn't exactly temper riley's love of plastic ones.

And ate some ginormous strawberry shortcakes to commemorate our last evening on the Hill.

Leapt over some cousins...

Flung some balls with John...

Ate hot dogs with jane...

We're really going to miss the house at Black Hill Road.

Hanging out on top of the car. You never know when things will just get loud.

The Mogs are leaving their NH home so Peter figures it's now or never to teach the kids what a real gun feels like.

"Then, we're going to shoot the 22 at the target across the pond!"

look who was waiting for a hug at mimi & bop bop's house.

settling in for the 6-hours-of-screen-time-bonanza that is a cross country flight.

saying goodbye to these three lovelies as they head to the east coast for 3 weeks!

this way you can get the hair and teeth done in one fell swoop.

sack racing like a boss.

field day - hoops station.

lets just say, it's not every day you get a soapbox derby boost from a profesh roller derby team. thank you, pride picnic.

happy birthday, dear dean. happy birthday to you.

two in a tube.

this kid has a lot of graphic novels he needs to read before he can chat with you.

this kid has a lot of interesting things that he wants to tell you about.

second lake washington visit of the season, and bubbles.

spring piano recital. nailed it.

first lake washington visit of the season.

riley's lap is the place to be.

super soccer action shot.

tom sings, riley plays, kale relaxes.

can you spot him in that mass of 4th graders.

and ended up looking like this, after he'd rinsed off.