It’s still chilly when the sun isn’t out, at 52 degrees, but we can’t resist going to the playground.
My little guy looks so little when he sits all alone, getting his hearing tested.
He likes to hold Socks for a bit, and give him some nice pets. Then he lets him go and pushes him off the couch.
Bright, cold winter days lend themselves to cuddles.
Celebrating the day after the day after his birth (76 years later). We are very very serious people. It’s our Danish heritage.
He was sitting on this bench normally, and once he saw me taking a photo he got into a model pose with one leg up and his hand casually behind him.
My dad made Eleanor a cigar box ukulele after I bought him a mess of cigar boxes in Saratoga. I asked her where ukuleles are from and she answered: “uhh, the…. UK?”
This little fella flowers pretty consistently!