In 250 Mrak Hall, at the University of California, in Davis, they keep a small bell, set aside on a little platform, for a particular type of occasion. They rang it once on Wednesday, at around 2:20pm, as I was leaving. People clapped, and Shelly Archer used the word "Doctor" to describe me. She was the first person to have done so who was not technically incorrect.
First we drove to Yosemite.
(WARNING: image may not represent actual driving, or fun incurred during actual driving)
The Sexton + Kolser = Sexters held us by the hand in terms of planning. We were blissfully in the dark. I still am. We camped in Toulumne Meadows (by astronomical luck). We hit Lembert Dome the first day.
And it was pretty.
I guess that's the point, though.
On day two, we hiked to the top of Vernal falls. It was hot.
A child exploring nature. The part of nature that he is examining here is a green plastic bead. "Daddy, a green plastic bead!" Oh, for simpler times.
Some of us fell asleep with granola bars in our hands (and mouths) on the way home.
Others of us are perpetually stimulated by our mouths. Reid tried out all possible tastes and textures available at his disposal, including the his hand, the burb-rag,
We decided that we'd better appreciate our country with some patriotic symbolism while we still can, and while we're still excited about our president. For the occasion, we dressed Liam up as the "Crazy Conductor" of Stanford University marching band fame. We threw in *just* a dash of uncle same. Just a dash. Here's the get up, cape and all, proudly displayed:
Liam and Daddy attended the kids parade, which looked like this:
And in which Liam looked like this:
When the parade reached the park, Liam got up in front of the band, and did some energetic conducting.
And got a balloon.
Reid also enjoyed the festivities, with all his senses.