With September approaching fast (or is it here already? I can't keep track) we tried to squeeze in as much summer as possible when we got back from our last summer trip. That included quite a lot of beach time spent splashing in the overly (and oddly) foamy water, making "swimming pools," building and promply destroying castles, writing Tristan and Tyler's names in the sand so Tristan could jump on the letters and trying to avoid being pushed down into the water by Tyler.
The Hermosa Beach Fair came over Labor Day and we hit it at least twice. This lemonade must have been rather sour, I'm guessing!
After picking virtually every turtle in the pool, the boys were finally ready to try their skills at fishing for one and getting their junky, over-priced toy that will never be played with.
Rides! Tristan is a big fan of getting on them, but not a big fan once they start (unless it's a roller coaster, then we can't get him off without a serious tantrum). This one they had to stop in mid-ride to get him off since he looked like he was going to jump.
After all these activities, sometimes it's nice to just be home with your favorite blanket, Bluey.
And sometimes it's nice to have a whipped cream beard, especially if that whipped cream has been whipped up by....
your very own brother, Chef Tyler, who, incidentally, loves to help out in the kitchen and can crack an egg all by himself (those little pieces of shell won't hurt anybody!).
Then it was off to school for Tristan. He's going to preschool two days a week at our club. Here he is not only showing off his brute strength, but also his vast knowledge of all things bunny.
"Hmmmm, comfy chairs, playdough, trains, snacks, and books. This place might suit me well for five minutes."
Then it was Tyler's turn to start school. He dropped off his little brother and headed to his new Pre-K class with Mrs. Cataldo. 
