Attack of the Baby Seals

To those who have never blogged, written a company update, or composed a Christmas letter, the endless stream of pithy yet topical post titles may seem effortless. Untrue, oh gentle readers. In fact, it requires a team of highly paid and over-educated stunt writers to craft each demi-poem to maximize reader interest across all demographics. Once a candidate title is developed it is vetted by test groups of grandparents, child psychologists, and sports writers to ensure buzz and website click through.


Since the title has done it's work, you, gentle reader (hi mom!), can enjoy a few select images of a recent trip to the Portland Childrens' Musuem. No alligators, baby seals or plastic babies were overly-gnawed upon in the making of this blog.

New Flashs: Tiny Cossack Invades Park

Through no planning on our part, Sylvia's current cold weather gear resembles that of a small cossack. Instead of the traditional horse, Sylvia's chosen mount is bunny. Scary.







Papa did his best to create the illusion of speed by rapidly circumnavigating around child and said bunny.

Then the bunny grew stale we moved onto the super, spring-loaded see saw.

But sticks, our perennial favorite, proved the most fun.

Marching and singing were also observed.

Papa kept the troops warm with a rousing rendition of "head, shoulders, knees and toes." And no, Aurelia, what I do towards the end is not a herkie.