Desmond in his nature habitat, reading.
At the annual St. Bernard’s fish fry, enjoying the more relaxed environment than Holy Name. Desmond is apparently really excited (or proud?) of his piece of white bread
Eleanor just ran laps the rest of the night. In toddler terms, she probably ran a 10K.
Desmond briefly returns to the table for a brownie.
Eleanor pretending she’s a big kid on the bleachers
Buggy rides at daycare are tiring when you wake up at 4:30am
Pre-season sandbox visit, dreaming of summertime
Sixty degrees on a Friday in February? That can only mean fish fry time at Holy Name, with our friends Eric, Gini, and Ethan.
Ethan found a pine cone and gifted it to Des
Just goofing around
This was Des’ second year at the fish fry, but the first for eating. Basically a plate of fried stuff, so it’s a once-a-season visit.
He also took quickly to dunking french fries in cocktail sauce.
Baby’s first fish fry
