Jack and Grandpa driving the boat. This was actually a really funny moment (for us anyway.... in retrospect, I suppose it was less funny for the other boat involved) because we had just heard the coast guard come over the radio, discussing a fire on a boat (far away. Like really far away). Jack became completely fixated on the idea of a fire on a boat and kept asking Jim where the fire was. Jim would say "Far away Jack." But then Jack would say "Left or right?" And Jim would try to reason with him that it was really quite far away, and that it couldn't really be explained by left or right... "But left or right, Grandpa?" (I told Jim to just make something up. Jack seemed satisfied with his response.)
We have been having lots of fun with Finnegan and Molly. (It turns out that Molly is, in fact, a Molly and not a Moe.) Riley (our 100 lb. German Shepherd / Lab mix) is so patient with them. I guess he hasn't ever lived in a house without cats, so they really don't bother him much at all. Even when they play ping-pong with his tail and chew on his ears.
It turns out that you really don't need kitten toys when you have kid's toys!
Our first pie pumpkin, picked straight from the garden, ready to be sacrificed for pumpkin muffins.
Jack, giving his approval of the pumpkin muffins.
Jack and Grandpa driving the boat. This was actually a really funny moment (for us anyway.... in retrospect, I suppose it was less funny for the other boat involved) because we had just heard the coast guard come over the radio, discussing a fire on a boat (far away. Like really far away). Jack became completely fixated on the idea of a fire on a boat and kept asking Jim where the fire was. Jim would say "Far away Jack." But then Jack would say "Left or right?" And Jim would try to reason with him that it was really quite far away, and that it couldn't really be explained by left or right... "But left or right, Grandpa?" (I told Jim to just make something up. Jack seemed satisfied with his response.)
We have been having lots of fun with Finnegan and Molly. (It turns out that Molly is, in fact, a Molly and not a Moe.) Riley (our 100 lb. German Shepherd / Lab mix) is so patient with them. I guess he hasn't ever lived in a house without cats, so they really don't bother him much at all. Even when they play ping-pong with his tail and chew on his ears. 
It turns out that you really don't need kitten toys when you have kid's toys!
Our first pie pumpkin, picked straight from the garden, ready to be sacrificed for pumpkin muffins.
Jack, giving his approval of the pumpkin muffins.
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