| Whitney building her tent |
| Whitney in the tent she made. No assistance necessary, including dragging all the cushions off the couch |
| Whitney asked for this picture, but I forgot why. |
| The other view of her tent she made unassisted |
| "This is the life" Whitney singing while playing in the warm sand Labor Day weekend. |
| Tucker eating lunch with Daddy. It was still cold after the fog just burned off |
| More eating lunch |
| The view from the beach on Labor Day weekend. These logs made a great see-saw that we played on together as a family a bit later |
| Whitney found a "whitney puddle" that she was ready to get into and play in, even though it was cold. |
| Tucker still eating and watching Whitney play in the water and boats going by, identifying them by color |
| Whitney footprint, with my hand next to it for sizing |
| In the drift wood tee-pee at the beach Labor Day weekend. |
| Tucker loved this seaweed salad we tried on the way home from the beach Labor Day weekend |
| playing Tucker doggy in and out of the driftwood teepee |
| Whitney making "jamberries" She was actually pretty good at staying focused and keeping everything in the pot and not on her. I seriously need to make her an apron. |
| Whitney making her favorite kind of bread with Daddy. |
| Bouldering at the side of the river mid September. They did just fine walking around in all these rocks and throwing the big ones in the river |
| Tucker carrying his rock to the river to chuck it in. |
| Whitney eating something yummy Daddy gave her on our weekend trip over the moutain |
| Sharing ice cream with Daddy |
| Sharing ice cream with Daddy |
| There was a band playing music in the park. Tucker was fascinated, listening for about 10 minutes straight with rapt attention |
| Whitney finishing the last of the ice cream cone in a very cute position |
| There were tons of these petunias cascading from window boxes and hanging pots all over this cutesy town. I couldn't get over the color |
| Tucker running out of the river |
| Whitney made a sand cake and cut it in half to share with us |
| Tucker doggy going through the tunnel |
| There were several fires that had been burning for a few days to a month surrounding the town we were in. Made for some pretty backdrop at times |
| Splashing in the river in the late afternoon sun |
| Holding hands going up our stairs |
| "Look, Ma! No stool!" Tucker can climb up easily on the counter. He's filling up his water bottle without help. |
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