Right now my hands smell like Freshly Washed Baby. I want to smell them and smell them. I know that sounds kind of gross, but really, it’s quite charming.

Today Kyle discovered his shadow. He was leaning over the edge of a futon looking at his shadow on the floor and waving to it. It looked like he was making shadow puppets with his hand. It was adorable.

It’s been a hectic few weeks so I haven’t had the time or motivation to update. Tomorrow night we leave for Southern parts to visit Kyle’s other grandparents, who as yet have not met him. Won’t THEY be bowled over?!

Veterans’ Day Memorial, Santa Monica 

Pirate Kyle, ready to set sail.