Emma joined the Rancho Santa Margarita Dolphins swim team this year and took to the water like, well, a dolphin. She practiced multiple times per week focusing on the 25 m freestyle and 25 m backstroke. Despite being the shortest person on the team she wasn’t (always) the slowest. By the time for the first meet her body was tan and her stroke smooth.
Quick pop quiz! What do these three things have in common?
I was introducing the kids to some Simon & Garfunkel the other night and Cora started dancing when “Cecelia” came on. She stopped dancing immediately, of course, once she saw that the camera was rolling.
We’ve belonged to the CSA program (community supported agriculture) that South Coast Farms in San Juan Capistrano runs for almost five years now. Every other week we get a giant basket of yummy fruits and veggies, largely picked straight from the farm that day.
Since our trip to San Francisco last year Emma has been in love with trollies. When searching for a place for her birthday party this year it was natural to choose The Old Spaghetti Factory in Newport Beach. The trolley dining car in the middle of the restaurant was a dream come true.
I played hooky from work one day to go with Henry’s pre-school class to Centennial Farm at the OC Fairgrounds. His teacher, Mrs. Carrie, laid down the ground rules prior to us entering the farm and then we were off!
Easter this year was a giant feast, attended by both my family as well as my brother’s. Bonus guests were my sister-in-law’s parents, making this one of the largest Easters on Northcutt record.
Once upon a time there were two boys who lived in the woods. Each day after school they would play in Nickajack Creek until nearly dark. They fished. They climbed trees. They watched trains go by. When exploring in the woods one day they happened to find the ruins of an old cotton mill. This became a new place to play.
On a lazy day before Easter Cora was playing with blocks in front of a brightly lit window. The photographer in me knew it would be a great opportunity to capture her at play. I love the expressions on her face as she stacks the blocks and sees what happens when she topples them over.
We took a jaunt to the Marietta Square on a fine spring day, mostly to play on the train. While Granma watched Emma and Henry play, Marla and I had an excellent Turkish lunch at Efe’s Restaurant. Cora, as you can see, especially like the humus.