A conversation I just heard from Jeriah, standing on our front steps: "No, can't come in. This is my house. It's for boys. Go downstairs. Go to your house....please say ruf, please say ruf. ...Go. Go doggy. Get down. Hi...Bye. Bye." Our neighbors puppy had come over and wanted to follow Jeriah into the house, apparently.

The picture to the left is our family with Eric holding the 15 lb ahi yellowfin tuna he caught while he and the boys were out fishing with our neighbor on his red zodiak.

We have not had any house action for a few weeks. I guess that is good since my house is currently strung with empty bins, boxes half-packed, clothes piled that no longer have a dresser to rest in, and as always, toys strewn on the floor.