Last night we were all hangin around the alley area by our driveway -- our family and a number of neighbor kids and moms. It was a great homey feeling, everyone just chillin in the twilight.

Berit was shooting baskets, and while the hoop is currently set wayyy low, she was doing as well as any of the the similarly aged boys out there and better than a couple of them. She blushed with joy at shooting so well, and I counted off the number of shots she would hit in a row, coloring with pride a little myself.

Rowan was a tad emotional, so she and I took off and grabbed dinner at Good Times by ourselves.