The banks of the Nooksack River, with Mount Baker in the distance.
Four hours *after* we put the whole bunch to bed, a couple wandered back downstairs by Mama.
Charlie, wearing her Great Great Grandma's mink fur shawl and hat (circa 1935).
As much as I wish my son wasn't feeling so crummy, I'm pretty sure these middle-of-the-night "cider clutches" with just him and me will be among my most cherished memories.
Capturing her interest: The West Wing : )
Oliver, in a hat I've worn since high school.
Proud Big Brother