Sweet mommyness

It is bedtime. 

Kermie me

I ran across Kermie last night. I looked into this face and felt it too somehow at the time. 30+years old. I am glad to still have him. Even with only a trace of a tongue. 

Found him while squaring away a few things for a backpacking trip coming up: Travis, Jonah, alder, heath, papa and me. 

Watchin some basketball

If things could tell stories...

30 years after being welcomed into a loving new home, BeastMan (masters of the universe) finds himself 100 miles away, matted with dog saliva, his legs separated 100 feet away in the sandbox... But happy as ever, basking in new sun. I bet it still beats the attic.

Lying in wait

What a winter, with plenty of weather.  

The fort is frozen in time. 

I wonder the last story that got played out up here

Garfielded to sleep