shadows

Mont is still such a teeny guy, but he's putting on some weight. We're still waiting for him to look like a chub though, because both Mark and myself were pretty chubby babies!

Mark was playing with the camera while I was holding him the other day and even though he's still teeny, his face is developing! His eyes are still a dark grey blue... I'm curious to see what they'll be! So here's some shadow-y black and whites of our little Mont:

silly:
laugh-y (this morning I'm pretty sure he laughed at me!):
pouty:
grumpy:
bashful:
sleepy:
dopey:
chubby (should be a dwarf):
cutey:
doc:

new banner

...after nearly 2 years of the last one, I thought it was time for a new one. I got so attached to the last one, I didn't think I'd ever change it. But I'm in love with Autumn, and taking this picture on a walk two days ago made me consider turning this into a banner. So ta-da!! Here you go. Something new for Autumn's sake.

Outside the air is at a cool 59*, the wind is whistling under our door, and the yellow leaves are swirling outside our window.

it's okay

I'm still in my pj's and slippers...

which means I haven't showered yet...

Mont is sleeping once again, and I'm about to go join him (hence the pjs)...
And Buckwheat is hiding out under the bed,

watching the world where the world can't see him...
and it's all okay.

who else is excited?

...because I know Mont sure is. ;)

sun spots are only good when...

they light up the side of the mountains:

the 3 mile walk I took Mark on with me yesterday (where I snapped the picture above)

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changing days and nights

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9 hour flight from Japan

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driving home 2 chinese warriors who can't walk... or move

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listening to me tell him about my week's adventures and fun

=

led him to 14 hours of straight sleep (perhaps more... we will see if he passes the 11th morning hour)

... it's good to have him home. :)

happy 1 month

to my baby boy

with many funny hats

and many funny faces:

he's just so cute!

in sight

While nursing Mr. Mont last night I saw the beautiful moon

through the late summer trees at 3 am:

I saw a cloud above the river at 7 am:
I saw that Buckwheat was awake with the sun and me at 9 am:
At 11:30 am I saw one of Earth's smaller creatures outside my rain-stained window:
Then I noticed this creature doing something I desperately wanted to do...

nap on a soft pillow:

even tired, it's a glorious Sabbath.

films

While my mom was here visiting, she told me about a movie called Walk, Don't Run. What got us talking about this film was Timothy Hutton from the show Leverage. She saw him on a commercial and knew just who his father was because of this movie. We looked it up on Netflix and ordered it, but it said there'd be a wait. It came the last night my mom was here! Perfect!!

This was Cary Grant's last movie before he died, and he still looked handsome as ever. The movie begins with the viewer thinking he has an ulterior motive by being the young woman's roommate, but you quickly find out that he is just a clever matchmaker. It is a very fun movie!

mellow yellow

the wild outdoors:

see the yellow up there? every day this week there has been a little more.

no, this isn't yellow, but it's pretty,

so here it is anyhow:

wild snapdragons:

i-don't-know-what-wild-flower flower:

wild daisies:

wild dandelions: (roar!)

yes, a wild leaf:

and Buckwheat's wild friend, Albert the fire hydrant:

what colors are outside your door??

sequence of Mr. Mont

From Yesterday:

(ha ha!)

From Today:

"I can see Russia from my house!"

ready for a walk! (before blanket and cover)

My little Alaskan-bundle.

If I bundle him up this much in the summer...

what will I be doing in the winter?!

coming and going

Signs that Summer is still here:

the leaves are green

...even if the glacier will always remain a whitish blue:

moose calves are still our neighbors:

sweatshirts are blasphemous

(even if your arms have goosebumps!):

bees are still buzzing:

California Poppies are still basking:

...

Signs that Summer is leaving:

wild daisies are few and far between along the sidewalks:

fireweed is no longer a brilliant shade of magenta.

It now looks like kindle you'd use to start a fire:

leaves and berries are darkening:

you can't tell if you like butter or not,

instead, you make a wish:

Buckwheat begins practicing his "black-cat" stance:

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