Berry Punny

At the foot of beautiful Mount Si in North Bend lies a gorgeous u-pick blueberry farm. Cece and Mommy met a few friends there last week.

Upon arrival, Cece checks out Katie's stash.

Harvey pauses for a picture.

Cece picks ...

and eats ...

and eats some more!

Cece was very patient on the way home when we got stuck on the freeway for almost an hour. Guess you could say she didn't mind a little blueberry jam!

Wind Up Doll

Here's Daddy getting Cece ready for her first live band experience!

Chris Ballew aka "Caspar Babypants" plays a free, local concert for kids.

Cece loves these songs but why isn't she dancing?

Oh! Momma forgot to wind her up!

Hold still. Spin, spin, spin ...

There she goes!

Summer Better Than Others

We had our annual "heat wave" last week! Not as bad as last year, though. There was a wonderful breeze that made a few days in the 90s quite bearable.

Cece says"windy" and waves her hands in the air.

In lieu of a bucket and shovel, Mommy improvised with measuring cups and Tupperware!

Serious bird watching. Those gulls are aggressive!

Nothing like a summer's day in Seattle!

Love, Laughter, and Chocolate

A couple of weeks ago we headed out to Whidbey Island for our annual vacation with Aunt Sheree and Uncle Al! One evening in particular yielded a few photos that captured the spirit of our time together.

Cece was thrilled to be in command of dessert which she lovingly fed to Uncle Al and Daddy.

After a few bites of her own, Cece turned into the life of the party.

This may be my most favorite picture of the year.

Uncle Al says, "You're pretty special, kid".

We couldn't agree more.

Here's to dessert, friends, love and laughter!

p.s. see a few more pictures from our vacation here.

Poptical Illusion

Daddy and Cece had a major bubble fest one night last week.

Cece caught a bunch, but this one caught her.

Sleeper Agent

Masquerading as a mischevious toddler, Cece designed a flawless undercover operation ...

and infiltrated our hearts.

Pics of Picks

You can pick your Nana ...

You know how it goes ...

But you can't pick your Nana's nose.