10 months - Autumn in New Jersey

Yesterday we enjoyed a nice family day together; we went to a toddler park for Augie to explore, and then stopped at an egg, cheese and pork farm to pick up some supplies for the week.

If Augie had words, I think that every time he's on the swings he'd yell, "higher, higher!"

Here's my Augie face:

 And here's James's Augie face - who do you think does a better impersonation?

At the farm were a few stalls with baby cows (okay, calves) - look at Augie standing on his tiptoes to see in:

There was a death in my father's side of the family - my father's uncle Don, my great-uncle, Augie's great-great uncle (though Augie never met him). My dad went to the services over the weekend, but the family lives in Michigan so we didn't go. Two summers ago (or is it three?), when James and I spent a month in Michigan, we went to Petoskey to visit with Uncle Don and Aunt Joanne. They took us to dinner and then we went back to their house and skipped stones and hunted for Petoskey stones on their beach on Lake Michigan. We had a truly lovely visit, and James and I went away so impressed with these two people: their obvious affection for each other and their family, their adventurous life (they met in England when they were young), how welcoming they were to us. We loved talking with them and wished we would have more visits with them, but knew that we would always live so far away.

All my love and sympathy to the Curtis family and to Aunt Joanne.