Our first carrots.
Red potatoes that we thought we finished but actually weren't.
And our treasured babysitter, Rachel, who graduated from Cal Poly in June. She has been spending time with Wyatt since he was about a month old. She used to come over for about two hours so that I could take a long, uninterrupted nap when I was so tired I could hardly remember my name. Wyatt fell in love with her immediately and they've had adventures since. Across two towns, three houses, countless meals and rests and bedtimes and puzzles and forts and songs, she's faithfully cared for Wyatt and our lives are better because of her. Plus she taught him some serious booty shaking and body rolling dance skills.