We interrupt this travelogue for a bit of summer. 

The kids - Johanna in particular - have been spending time outside.  This is a good thing.  I encourage this.  All that fresh air and sunshine.  I'm just thinking of their well-being. 

For Sam, being the youngest can sometimes feel like indentured servitude, as demonstrated here.

Sam, aka the rickshaw driver, is pulling Johanna down the street in her chariot.

Of more fun was our day at White Bear Lake last week with some friends.

The kids had fun collecting shells.  William even cracked open a clam shell and everyone investigated the slimy contents, thus concluding our first and last science experiment of the summer. 

Big man!

And finally, in a completely unrelated note, I have to show off my beautiful hanging basket before I kill it off.  Not that I want to kill it, you understand.  It just seems to be the way these things work out.  Something to do with the plague I carry around in my purple thumb.