Since we don’t have a garden, repotting my African violet was as close as we got.

They just had to look at each other.

We’ve learned that if we don’t keep this screen door latched, H will walk out and wobble down the porch steps.

S (and Woof Dog) “surprised” me by popping back out of bed.

Halloween: Batman.

Another of S’s DIY costumes. I think he was a superhero of his own creation.

Looks fun, doesn’t it?

I found Aloha Kitty, abandoned by her boy, well after bedtime.

S hasn’t seen this picture, but most days he lives by the advice to, “Always be Batman” (or Superman, or Spiderman, or  . . . well, you get the picture).

Just an everyday sort of shot of H.