Assistant Principal Hanrahan got to get "pie-ed" at Little Mountain's Harvest Festival. Many a student lined up to throw a shaving cream pie in Mr. H's face... including his own son.
Joseph, complete with technicolor coat and Mrs. Potiphar. Michael took this lovely picture of us and apparently, he thought the crystal needed to be in the picture, too.
What the heck? When Michael decided not to wear it at the last minute, I thought, hey, I can be an owl just as convincingly. Not as cute, but...
This costume came together minutes before trick-or-treating. We had been to so many parties all weekend, and Michael had worn the owl costume he had begged me to make, but he just really wanted to be something scary. Fine. Put some teeth in and grab your cape. You go, kid!
Logan so wanted to be a sea monster. After searching for gauze, cellophane, and the other makings of a cool sea monster, I decided to actually purchase the costume this year. ugh, shudder to think. How can such a sweet face possibly scare anyone?
We've been reading the Legends of Ga'Hoole series, so Michael wanted to be Soren the owl. I asked him 72 times if he was sure he didn't want to be Harry Potter, or the cool Ninja costume from last year. No. He wanted to be an owl. And a fine owl he was.
The annual hayride was the best ever this year: perfect cool, clear weather, fantastic chili, incredible desserts, and the two best things--a hayride and an uber bonfire. Wow. Duane and David Vaagen and Uncle Erne outdid themselves. After most of the hundred guests left, there were only a few straglers(the usual suspects: Porths, Uncle Erne, and Vaagen brothers, and Elizabeth and company). Someone started timing how long it would take a can to melt. That led to roasting wine bottles. Eventually, everything left on the food and beverage tables was being burned, which made clean up quick and easy. Too fun.
Helping with Gramma's fluffy eggs.
work hard, play hard.
The only thing missing from this annual picture is our friend, Bo.
Lazy days of Blokus and Monopoly coming to an end. We spent many a summer night playing games, some that lasted for days. Monopoly actually brought out the worst of Logan, who proved to be a real estate tycoon. Not charitable at all.
I can never really comment on Michael... I have no insight into his ways. All I know is that he is always donning some costume, hat, scarf, high heels, or in this case, tape. Again.. what is there to say? I love this kid dearly and simply enjoy watching the show.
Soccer. To so many parents around the country this is life for several months each fall. We love it. When it's not raining. And we've been extremely lucky this season. Both boys got on "black" teams this year. Convenient. Logan's team is "The Blacks"(???? PC????) and Michael's is "The Black Snakes". Joy. Brian is coaching Michael's team and thoroughly enjoying the time with Michael. We don't keep score; we just have fun. Good mantra for this year's team. Logan's team, however, is undefeated and lovely to watch. Just very pretty soccer playing. He is even going to be on an indoor team late fall into winter just to keep his foot touching the ball. He enjoys soccer, but continues to obsess about running. His mile time is done to 6:32 and he wants to get 6:00 by the end of the school year. His goal is to come in the top 5 for the Fun Run( a 2 mile race around hilly Washington Park, usually 75 kids or so). Last year as a 2nd grader, he took 7th. 
Our annual field trip was Destination Seattle this year. We've done Friday Harbor, Port Townsend, and Minna's backyard, but it doesn't really matter where we are; we ALWAYS have a freaky good time.
Friends since '88. WOW.
Fun times at Washington Park
If there's one thing that defines summer it's lazy afternoons with the Ahn clan. We've been getting together since our babies were only 3 months old and thank goodness, they are the best of friends... a continent apart. Each June the Arrival countdown begins, and when they finally arrive, it's a daily race to get through breakfast so that Romy and Alexander can come over.
How is it that I have a third grader and a first grader?
French toast was the request for the first day breakfast. Then, a nice walk up the hill(sniff sniff) and a very LONELY walk back home alone. Alas, I have little 3 year old lambs to distract me.
