Plastic Bags Anyone?

Is is bad that Alex loves to play is plastic bags? Or is it worse that I actually let him? 

Portola Hills

The last two days, Phil and I hung out in an amazing old redwood stand uniquely suspended in time, away from the bustling city life which appeared to be a million miles below. His great aunt, Marge, loaned us the key to her cabin, which is carefully situated among dozens of gentle giants and after reading by the woodstove and filling our bellies with fine wine (thanks Barry and Carol!) and cheeses, we headed out in search of the "Grandfather Tree", a giant redwood well known to the family. After making about a six mile roundtrip walk through the most amazing, undisturbed redwoods I have ever seen in my life, we found ourselves back at Marge's cabin, to enjoy another evening of solitude, without even the slightest sounds of traffic or neighbors.

Canopy view in Marge's backyard.
Backyard firering.

Fun times in California

Here are some pictures of what Phil and I have been up to. We saw this fountian the other night in Mountain View. Today I made french onion soup from scratch! Baked it in the oven with cheese and bread on top and all! Yum yum yum!

 

PK

Look at those hands fly! Phil working at his place in California. 

Meow meow!

Alex has a new tower! Now I'm officially a creepy cat lady. He loves it though :) Perhaps it will make up for me being gone this week. I'm visiting Phil in the Bay area and Alex is being watched by my friends Megan and Josh. I hope he still loves me when I come home!