Sunday, May 15, 2011

You gotta know when to hold 'em

It turns out that Drake plays a fierce game of Go Fish:














Other camping fun:








Sword-fishing; a game that I don't really understand involving a spiderman fishing pole and a foam sword.





Little has been sampling an assortment of local grasses.





Grass is ok, but "Sweety Tahiti World Baby Food" is better!! (rice, coconut milk, mango -yummy)





There were many forts and sand castles.
(some of you may recognize the red fellow from one of last summer's misadventures...remember the pregnant lady with the overheating car in a thunderstorm on a mountain pass with a fussy toddler? Yep, same crab toy.)

4 comments:

  1. Unsolicited older relative advice: think through the nickname "Little" before it sticks too close. Ewan, judging from the size of his hands in proportion to the rest of him, is likely end up quite a large man in twenty years or so. However, if raised with a sufficient sense of humor, he may appreciate the joke.

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  2. I know, I know...I keep picturing myself in 17 or so years craning my neck UP at him and shaking my finger (trying to sound intimidating) and saying "Little, go to your room!" at which point he will lift me up out of his way and go driving off in his VW bus to camp in the woods barefoot and eat brown rice with coconut milk.

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  3. Drake called him Evil Dr. Porkchop today. Is that better?

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