From the rocks to the playground.  Not a bad life for these two.  Or me.  🙂 

Also, I feel the need to point out I have so many more pics of Hazel than Max since I have to follow around her fearless self to make sure she doesn’t throw herself from the crow’s nest or other great height.  Max has a healthier respect of gravity.

Treats at the rocks, a favorite weekday pastime.  Like I said, no complaints about the January (or February) weather around here.  We’ve made it to the beach more days than not every week the past several weeks.  

Also, these last frames are Hazel dancing.  To the sound of the waves?  Her own magical tune?  Who knows, but it’s just about the most delightful thing ever.

Breakfast with my mini crew.

I have a problem keeping up with posting, sorry.  January always feels like a very long month.  I used to think it was something about the weather, but I can’t complain about that here.  I think it’s the post-Christmas, post-family slump.  I try to set all the goals and end up feeling really burned out fast.  But the days around here have been sweet and restful and we are good.  I’ll try to catch up here over the next few weeks.