We drove down to Northern California to look around the Redwood National Forest, and then drove up the Pacific Coast Highway. We appear to be freezing because we managed to get to California during a storm that involved a lot of hail and gale force winds. We have really great timing. Here are far too many pictures of our trip. 
Our marriage is now the equivalent of an older toddler. One that is learning to use whole sentences correctly and attempting to run for the first time. We have learned enough now that sometimes we get it right and our sentences might sound something like this, "the pretty horse is running." But other times we might get too excited or angry and it could come out along these lines, "bad horsey make sparkly hair feet." If we aren't concentrating too hard on how things are going, we can even coordinate our feet to run for whole seconds at a time, but overthink things and we become that child that just isn't "quite right" picking both feet up at once, tongue poking out the side of our mouth in concentration. Not pretty. The great thing about being three is that we are no longer an easily breakable infant or an often frustrating two year old. 
Yesterday evening three raccoons loped around on our patio, missing Eliot's presence by mere seconds. They were about twice his size and we feel he narrowly avoided a sound thumping. That's about it...
