so after breakfast, dashiell says that he is tired and wants to be a rectangle. HUH?
so he grabs a pillow and blanket (it's actually a rectangular table runner, i think) and plops down on the bench. he pretended to rest and sleep for, oh, a minute.


(doesn't he look innocent?!)

i put together the new wagon this morning, and i wanted to see what it looks like with the boys in it.

derek and i headed out to the rose bowl, in the blustering heat.
we lost to cal, which made it even worse.
(but don't we look happy to be finally going home??)

nana was out with the boys on a walk when we got home.