Adventures...

So, I have a 12 year old that can't ride a bike. Part of it is that we've always lived where it was difficult to find a place to teach her. It's still kind of a pain, we live at the top of a hill, not conducive to safe bike-learning. So, we decided it was well past time and took her to the CSU-Monterey Bay baseball field (w/fakarooni astroturf) to try and teach her.

First Sam ran along side..


Then Ryan took a turn...


Then Sue took her turn...


Then Sam took another turn...


Finally, she solos....catch the intent look of concentration there...


So, now Sam is dead.


Yesterday, we drove up to the redwoods to look for banana slugs. Sue had "poo-poo-ed" their existence once when she was here a couple of years ago. And, she had heard that if you see one, you're supposed to kiss it. She thought it was for luck or something (but we looked it up...it's just a "guts" thing). Ry found her several, but she only kissed one. She was careful to put a boatload of lipstick on first, so that her actual lips wouldn't actually touch it. But, here's the proof: