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New, new, new (by Erin)

The last week has been quite a whirlwind. Packing, playing, cleaning, hugging, crying, waving, flying, moving, landing, greeting, hugging, settling, and exploring are just a few of our latest endeavors. Here are few photos from the adventure:


Last bball at Punahou


Mar at Punahou playground


Farewell to Auntie Fay (our fabulous landlady)


Astronomy Farewell Gathering


Farewell dinner


Owen listening to oldies, while enjoying a Tootsie-pop, and catching up on the latest air safety make Owen a happy boy

We're settling in nicely in Pasadena, despite bouts with a nasty cold that's made the rounds through our family. Owen has informed us that since he has a new house, a new haircut (trim), and lives in a new place, he needs a new name. He has requested that we address him and refer to him by his chosen name, "Russia". He's also informed us that when we move to our next new house he would like it to be in the mountains and at such time, he'd like to be known as "Yeti". Oh, to be four and full of big ideas :)


Tuning up the running bike


Serious breakfast discussions about how milk tastes its best - in cereal or in a sippy



Chalk drawings out back

One last anecdote. In Augst of 2007, upon arrival in our Hawaii home, John took this quick photo of Owen in a beach chair left by the previous tenant:


Two years later, the lawn chair is again left behind.


Comments

Amy P said…
:( sad leaving but happy new beginnings. Tell Russia that I can't wait to see him in Houston.
lehpve said…
I think it was at the age of 4 that when asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, Andrew replied, "an Elvis impersonator". Thank heavens that didn't happen.
Amy P said…
E, I just noticed in the picture from breakfast discussion about milk that Ow..I mean, Russia is sitting JUST LIKE YOU DO!!
Anonymous said…
Moving is hard and wonderful at the same time. Love the continuity with the beach chair photos - so much changes and some things stay the same. :)
JohnJohn said…
Amy: OMG, he IS totally sitting like Erin! Wow!
mama mia said…
Love that the like bike made it to Cali, and that the yard is so lush and big, and that Owen looks cute with his hair trimmed up....the plane photo of him multi-tasking is awesome. I wonder what other breakfast discussions might ensue in the future?

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