Diary...

Not for me. I'm not much of a diarist myself - apologies to Samuel Pepys, but they always seem a bit pre-teen girl to me. However, Finn is really trying to read these days, and his two favorite books are "Diary of a Wombat" and "Diary of a Baby Wombat." It's not hard to see why he enjoys them so much; they are filled with short, declarative sentences, most of which end in mayhem, destruction or the consumption of Wombat treats (largely carrots).

Still, if I were to keep a diary, I'd probably note with some mournfulness the rapid passage of time, especially in light of Finn's first day of school tomorrow. I've packed his lunch and tried to keep as closely as I could to his request (hotdogs and strawberries, with strawberries and cookies for a snack), got out his clothes for tomorrow (he'll probably pick a BART themed shirt) and planned his special breakfast. Today was about the best day the day before school can be. We biked to the farmers market (note to new readers: while we don't live in Berkeley, we're pretty Berkeley), played with friends on the street (hoses and water balloons featured prominently, along with some ant slaughter), and barbecued before being shuffled protesting to bed. I'm sure there will be many days like this to come, but this one took on nostalgic sepia tones pretty quickly. So, in keeping with the theme of the blog and also with Finn's entrance into the hallowed halls of academia, below is a picture of some graduation cupcakes Lisa made for some friends, as well as some photos of Finn - one recent, one less so.



Graduation Cakes



Finn at Gilroy Gardens



Finn at his most corpulent