It slipped my mind, somehow, that Juliette has taken up knitting recently. I wonder what she's been working on while she's been away.

When Jason watches TV he tends to lose track of whatever else is going on in the room. One usually has to speak loudly and stand directly in front of him in order to get his attention. At least he comes by it honestly, though.

There's been no mess in Eva's high chair for eleven days now.  I'm looking forward to seeing it dirty again.

Looking at this picture, I wonder what other children—mine or someone else's—might sit in this chair some day hence.  Will it go to a friend, like the bassinet we gave away recently?  To Goodwill, perhaps?  I suppose I'll find out, eventually.

I finally got my photo library more or less intact again, so I felt like celebrating. Balloons always seem like a party to me.

Eva loves being in water. She loves taking a bath, she loves the kiddie pool, and she loves the real pool. She hasn't been in the ocean yet, not really, but I'm sure she'll love that, too.

On Sunday we hauled the kiddie pool out of the garage for the first time this summer. It was also Eva's first time in there, so of course we both felt the need to document the occasion. Eva, of course, loved it, even though she wasn't such a fan of having sunscreen in her hair.

While Eva was taking a break to have a snack, Jason decided that he wanted to fill the pool some more. Of course, then it was too deep for his sister to rejoin him, so he took it upon himself to help empty it out again.

It's a bit of a cliche, but I like taking pictures of people taking pictures of people.

Eva wanted very much to get in on the game of Candyland that Jason and I were playing this morning. I would have gladly given her my spot, too, but it says very clearly on the box: "Ages 3+."

I wondered, as I was walking past the man in the bow tie, what his tickets were for. A concert, I suppose, or maybe a comedy or magic show. But I didn't stop to ask, I broke my stride only long enough to snap this picture. He noticed me, then looked away when it was clear I wasn't stopping to inquire. Then I moved on, toward the barbecue booth a short ways down where Juliette and her sister had decided we'd eat. I suppose he went on standing there.