What hasn't Tor done since we left Minnesota? He flew on an airplane. He visited Grandpa and Grandma (whom he christened "Aah-Bee"). He beat pneumonia and scarcely shed a tear. He roamed Tahoe's beaches and measured himself against giant sequoias. He slept in a hammock, a tent, and a backpack. And he landed unscathed at 6567 Flanders Drive in Newark, CA.
|That impish grin is becoming a regular fixture|
|"Found her before you did, Gracie!"|
|Waterworld's littlest extra|
DaDa and Grandpa arrived from their drive across the country with spirits high and Dendro in tow. Tor enjoyed a night of duets before being stricken with the black lung.
|"Welcome back, Pops!"|
With backpacking plans brought to ruin by the requirement of refrigerating Tor's antibiotic, we and our buddies from Houston (including Tor's godfather Josh) spent three nights in a campground in Sequoia National Park.
|King of the stump|
|Kickin' it old school|
|How does HE look so cute crawling out of a tent in the morning?!|
|Kudos where they're due: he hiked .002% of the six miles|
|A snapshot of the remaining 99.98%|
|Wouldn't kick Elmo out of the stroller for eating crackers|
|Street urchin charm|
|Didgeridoo massage complimentary with new home!|