Spoken like a true grandma's boy. This morning when asked where he'd like to go today, Isaac says, "I want to go to Goodwill."

Son, you've got a bubble on your head.
And so does Grandpa.

Palatable art. What is it about lunch in Garner with Joanna that draws inspiration? I've been lusting and searching for clementines ever since. And I've even started putting chives (from our garden) on my potatoes.

Pantless and scheming. The perfect portal has been discovered. Now if we could just do something about all these pots and pans. I need a place to hide and do some soul-searching.

Backyard treasures. Turtles, toads, snakes... we even came across a very small fawn during our stay at Grandpa's. These finds made the 100º weather more bearable. But we could've done without the near pin-point sized ticks. Thank goodness Grandpa noticed the one attached to the nape of my neck one morning.

Steer clear. He's suspiciously stylish. Trucking along, frenetically taking turns like a boy who has something worth running away from. Or perhaps just a playground up the road to run to.