Blue Skies

The trail where we run (walk, mostly)


The river where the salmon run

When we moved to Seattle, our neighbors told us that October can either give early winter cold or prolonged autumn glory. Thankfully, this has been one glorious month.




my view

The kids love our walks--sometimes they cuddle, sometimes they hold hands, sometimes they grab, sometimes Jane tells Grey to stop yelling, sometimes Jane helps me push.
We put Grey in a swing and he just laughs. It's funny, because Jane has never been a fan of swings. Now I have to adjust my playground radar to include baby swings; I never had to pay attention for Jane's sake. Sometimes I just have to laugh at my own tunnel vision.




encouraged by her brother, or challenged--either way, she faces her fear.