Our Little Naturalist (more New Mexico)

Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge (Sandhill Cranes and other waterfowl make their winter home here). Miss W really enjoyed looking at feathers through the microscope. Saw gobs and gobs of Sandhills and Snowgeese during a drive around the refuge.

More November (Visiting The Stein Men)

Jeremy, our oldest (the third brother), is sitting in the middle. My arm is around Nicholas, and off to the very left is Tyler (Jeremy's boys, i.e., Chris' grandsons--hey, I'm not ready to be a grandmother!). We are sitting outside the visitor center at Saguaro National Park (where Jeremy's step-dad works).























The pictures below were take (of Chris' grandsons) at Arizona Sonora Desert Museum.

November 2009: Willow's Three Big Brothers

After leaving New Mexico, we brought Willow to Phoenix, Arizona, to meet two of her three big brothers (and her two nephews, i.e., our grandsons). It makes us heartsick to live so far from them all. Matthew is on the left, and Gregory is on the right. They both loved her, and ... vice versa.

Visiting New Mexico

Pilgrimage to New Mexico (and Arizona, above). The New Mexico trip was to visit my best friend (and her family). Dorothy "Joan" adopted my brother Paul's beloved dog: Hudson (an incorrigible, loving Jack Russell Terrier). Dorothy is a saint: she takes in lost souls of all forms including people who don't have anyone else; the menagerie includes 6 other dogs, two rats, and one horse (Palomino). Dorothy is also my dearest friend from high school and we've maintained our enjoyment of all things immature and tasteless. I am still laughing weeks later :) Her Mom and daughter spent countless hours playing with Willow. Dorothy and her husband also bought Willow her very own horse .... Visited a groovy little Aquarium in Albuquerque, too.


Hudson Goldin




L to R: daughter, Willow, Mom M, and Joan (ha ha ha ... posted in her pajamas!)

Random Cuteness

Daddy's office.



Poor Gus got a terrible laceration across one of his paw pads. it was a Sunday night, so I grabbed the First Aid box and wrapped it tightly. I was focused on the paw, and realized afterwards that she was putting bandaids all over Gus. Isn't that PRECIOUS !!! P.S. $1,000 for this little mishap: the cut was very deep and the first set of stitches failed (because Gus took off the bandage several times a day, despite wearing a collar).



Willow is sucking the insides out of all the heirloom cherry tomatoes (thank you Sue).

Gently petting a wooly bear.


Playing with Mommy's hair bands on a rainy afternoon.