Pimentel Family Journal

Goofy Max.  It took a very long time to get a print shipped to fit the frame, so we had an empty frame above our sofa for a while.  🤷🏽‍♀️

Late July.  I think they’re in boats?  

Late July.  Hazel looks on at the tire-swingers, longingly.

Late July.  Max climbed “his” tree.  It is still growing back, and won’t be the same while we still live here, but I think Max still feels a deep connection with it.  This was about as somber of a tree climbing experience as you can imagine for a four-year-old.  

Summer walks

Playground at sunset.

We have many, many dogs in the neighborhood.  Hazel points and barks at each one that walks by, and usually tries to run up that hill to give the dog a kiss.  

A few months ago, she was bitten by a dog she tried to pet.  (Not this dog.) Luckily, there are about as many doctors as dogs in our neighborhood (including the owner of the biting dog), so she was looked at immediately by several friends and it wasn’t too bad.  She is more cautious around dogs (and I am much, much more cautious), but she still loves every dog she sees and has no lasting fear.  

Sleeping Hazel (and Phoebe)

The backyard in July.