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The team rallied this weekend to get-it-done for Kenya.   Baking biscuits together.

We make ‘em crunchy.   Kenya crunched them up.

After, we brought gift bags to some special dogs in the ‘hood.   Ahh…Sunday.

Everything is sprouting up this summer, and climbing to the sky.

The kids planted some sunflowers this year, one of them reached extra high.

And Rogue, himself, went out on a limb.

Higher than expected.

A nice climber, and certainly worth it for the sweet berries.  

Summer.   For trees, indeed.

This weekend, Mommie Megan picked up bikes for the children.   Timing seems to be everything, as our daughter was completely physched to get hers setup.   She wanted purple, with princesses, and that is what she received.

In preparation for her first ride, she takes extra, extra care with her girl, and sets her up in the seat.

All safe and sound.

And ready for liftoff

And she did.   She pedaled and practiced, got some scratches, and pedaled some more.    

One (future) less car.   And some very happy girls.

Walking back from the Farmer’s Market, Rogue grabs a lift.

Good connections, this one.

Drawing is one of the favorite things the kids like to do.   Spencer and Rogue both love pencils.  Was able to capture Spencer in intent motion. 

Final piece of existence.  Or de Resistance 

Extra Shout-Out to Grandma C. for the cool batch most recently arrived in the mail.

Was invited the chance to spend time at a almost-local hospital.   Blending in, stepping up.

This year on | near the Summer Solstice, the sun was bright in the attic.

Must have been mommie’s night to put the kids down, and I was doing my first after dinner work check-in when an intense red light caused me to look up (not easy to do).   

It kinda looked like this (from 3GS)

Grabbed a shot showing mark the Northern boundary of where it is relative to the attic.    On the bottom left of this pic, you can see the Marin side of the Golden Gate, the fog creeping into the headlands. 

Totally makes sense that Solstice is also the time of the year for ripe plums.   Red, everywhere.

Our dear has been writing some of her favorite letters, in sytle.

Yes, the S.

“Daddie, can I work on my skateboard”?

He brought in the board, and drill, and tightened it all up, ready for the road.

Focus on the top.

And the bottom.

Got a chance to hang out @ the Rose Garden courts for a few moments, this mothers day.

A little playing with grandpa

And a little 1 on 1.

And a little sun to bloom

Our day.  Ripe for the taking.