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Samwise the Fuzzy.

on the twelfth day of chistmas my toad blob gave to me…
twelve lemmings leaping,
eleven lizards creeping,
ten timebombs ticking,
nine babies blasting,
eight brains-a-splatting,
seven swamis sinning,
six gourds-a-glorping,
five moooooooooldy kings,
four stinking turds,
three broken pens,
two dirty gloves,
and a porcupine in a cemetary!

My kid,

my kid,

My kid is…

TEN!!!

Met a forest Monarch new year’s day in Seattle’s gorgeous, wild, Discovery Park.

We(Sophie and her mens, Sam and I) discovered, rambling about hopefully, searching for the beach trails, that the parking lots are miles away from anywhere that even resembles a trailhead.

We did find an absolutely stunning big leaf maple tree and lots of lovely mossy roots and rocks and finally, a beach stairway that led us to a marvelous beach.

I could have spent all day playing with the sand and clay and stones and driftwood gnarls, but we only had a smidgeon of daylight left, so I threw up a quick trick rock stack

and Sam went for a ride in a giant driftwood starship and we scrambled back up and up and up…

Pics, pics, pics.

Happy new year, all!

Sam and I eschewed the parties and fireworks and had a very sweet, very silly New Year’s Evening together.

We sacrificed many mini marshmallows in a solemn(well, ok, semi-solemn.. er, um, fine then! T’was an absurd, gigglesnorting) sort of fire ceremony.

Mo’ pics.

This is his Flipbook trailer-for an animation he hasn’t even created yet!

I can scarcely wait.

Now, with better explosions!

Or can you?

My son Sam, ‘The Pie Person’ has been creating these mini adventures on Flipbook.

I love this one-’specially the crazyass sword-grabbing part.

Sam and I played hooky yesterday-it was such a gloriously summery day and I hadn’t had much time with him this week, so I couldn’t resist the urge to take him to the beach instead of to the schoolbus.

Carkeek is one of our most beloved Seattle havens. Yesterday was a mulchy meander through the forest with stops to climb our favorite trees(Click on the thumbnails for bigger images)..

..and marvel at life and death intertwined.

Mushrooms sprouted everywhere, relishing their feast of decaying logs and multiplying rapidly beneath huge maple leaf blankets and mossy roots.

We snuck across the railroad tracks to our little spot-a tiny island of beach, where the river comes out the culverts and curves down to the shore in an bow that high tide widens into a lagoon, passable only by those who don’t mind getting soaked and muddy-or know the secret way out.

A spikey tuft of grass winked at me and with a little help from the Sam, I soon had enough wet sand piled to give it a face and thus, the Sand Gnome was born.

It was like a little slice of summer, real summer-not that cold drizzly mess of an end of august we had this year! So warm and windless, simply delicious to stretch out in the sun and melt into the sand.

What an unexpected blessing.

My favorite Sam Madness Guy: