A cold winter evening spent on the beach because even winter in California is worthy of such happenings. Riding bikes, chasing ducks, bbq-ing and eating too many s’mores, throwing sand, and lots of make believe with sticks.

These days go by so fast and so many of them I spend willing to get to bedtime, for reprieve and the sound of silence, only to in turn feel guilty about that because it all is going so fast. I look at these photos and I see a baby that will always be a baby in my eyes but is really anything but. And two boys, in full blown kid-mode; only remnants of their sweet baby faces.

Time, it’s a real bitch.