
It was totally weird. This farmer still had a binkie. Someone should tell him he is getting a little old for that kind of behavior.


After we ate ice cream and bought fudge, we drove out to Cannon Beach to enjoy a little sand and surf. Blake was not such a big fan. He tried to climb up his daddy's legs so his feet wouldn't have to touch the sand.

Eventually we bribed him with some toys and then the world was good again.





Unabombers? Nope, that's just Grandma and Aunt Diana.











