A goat encounter at the zoo!


An ode to his toes quickly morphs into a cover of “No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.”


Removing one’s own sock is hard but rewarding work.


Nor do bookworms.


Rock stars don’t need clothes.

Rock stars don’t need clothes.


Squirrel watch.


We have the best friends—and our friends have the best kids! Thanks to our ever-generous hosts for another wonderful weekend together, full of laughter, fabulous food, the loveliest of porch and dinner-table chats, plenty of kitchen dancing and, of course, the most beautiful babies. (Thanks also to our baby-less friends for loving our babies—and for hanging out with them so the moms and dads could catch a little break.)

We have the best friends—and our friends have the best kids! Thanks to our ever-generous hosts for another wonderful weekend together, full of laughter, fabulous food, the loveliest of porch and dinner-table chats, plenty of kitchen dancing and, of course, the most beautiful babies. (Thanks also to our baby-less friends for loving our babies—and for hanging out with them so the moms and dads could catch a little break.)


The grand finale.


Hello Fishers. Goodbye Fishers. (Note that all kids also love Major Beans, but what else is new?)


Practicing (rocking and toe-kissing) with Baby Eloise.