Hiking in Oakland

December 14th, 2012 | admin

We are finally all moved in (minus the stack of boxes in the storage/laundry room and in the office/bedroom). Time to post the backlog of photos. Of course, all photos older than 3 weeks ago have been permanently deleted from my phone which has experienced close contact with Z’s water bottle, so these are the latest ones.

Another growth spurt, and we suddenly have a critical conversationalist on our hands. She talks in sentences, makes choices, brushes her own teeth, sings songs, and is full of opinions (that is, even more full of opinions than usual). She wears a pony tail and (sometimes) eats with a spoon. She is beginning to realize that pacifiers are not forever (but is not yet convinced and needs to conduct more research on that one).

We’ve been going on hikes up to Oakland hills. ┬áHere is the proof.


Zoe’s first encounter with a payphone. Funny to think that she doesn’t think of this thing as ‘phone’. But gladly listens to an automatic free prayer (conveniently available by dialing 12. 11 gets you a firetruck.)


Oh, I get it. It’s like a phone but is bulky, attached to some metal box, doesn’t have touch-screen button, and you have to put silver thingies in there to talk. Hmm, I guess I still don’t get it…


Eskimo children ride on their parents’ backs through the woods, pointing out mushrooms


Ladybugs convention. In countries inclined to view everything through a lens of mysticism (read: Russia), this would have been immediately interpreted as a sign of the world ending.



Robot toddler on a hike. Must get mushroom. Get mushroom. Get…


The Gang + The Mushroom


Must. Get. Mushroom.


Yellow Mud (Fire)Road

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