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A Shore Thing

At the end of a day at the Shore, there are rituals. If you’re Erica, you head to the end of the dock and throw bread to a lucky duck or two, and hope the swans don’t swoop in. If you’re Rocky, you follow Erica because she has food. If you’re Leda and Cleo, you’re still savoring the taste of the crumb buns you had for dessert after dinner, tired from the sun on the beach and the wind in your face on the boat ride, and you follow Erica because she’s Erica. If you’re Toby, you’re cleaning the grill and kibitzing with Ray and Pat. If you’re the Raybird, you’re gazing out at the island looking for osprey. If you’re Jenn, you have internalized your mother-in-law’s guidance about the light at this time of day, so you rush to the end of the neighbors’ dock with your camera.

And the light wasn’t bad before dinner, either.

Sandy Foot

The Sandy feet above belong to Toby and Leda. Today is our 8th wedding Anniversary, which is “Bronze” according to tradition. We took that to mean sun-bronzed and headed to Sandy Hook yesterday. Photos from the day, and a bit of a back-blog (TM Roca), are available in the May 2008 album.

In the pink

Time once again for the annual pilgrimage(s) to Newark’s Branch Brook Park.  For the few weeks each April when the cherry blossoms are in bloom, this park is fantastically photogenic.  A great spot to picnic, stroll, or just sit and marvel.  This year we were delighted to have Grandma and Papa with us for the fun.  Many more shots in the April 2008 album.

Many More Years

It has been quite a birthday weekend for Cleo Carver. Grandma and Papa AND Grandma Jeanette were here yesterday to check out the Science Center and the local playground. Grandma and Leda whipped up some cupcakes so we could celebrate properly. And tonight, we had an awesome time celebrating with Ray, Pat & Erica, Gary, Carol, & Gary Mark. Leda was kind enough to open all of Cleo’s presents for her (why such curiously small clothes, Grandma Jane? They could barely fit over Leda’s head!) and make sure the books were age-appropriate. (Bridget scored big-time with The Incredible Book-Eating Boy.)

As you can see, the cupcakes were a hit.

The triteness of how fast this year has gone is such a cliche that I’ve written and deleted the phrase five times already…nonetheless, it’s hard to believe Cleo is already a year old. Harder still to believe that only 40 months ago we were faced with an uncannily similar scene.

Where’s Willis?

All I can think when I look at this picture Grandma Jane took is “What you talkin’ ’bout, Willis?”

The latest album, March 2008 Part Deux, has plenty of shots of Cleo and Leda both looking slightly more pleased to be captured on film…however, the captions pretty much peak with the Gary Coleman thing.