The Simplicity of 3-year-old Fun

I realized I had a few pictures to post that I thought were interesting, and only a slightly interesting way to link them together with any cohesion, thereby avoiding one of those "random crap" post titles. Or maybe I just need to take some random-crap-post-titling lessons from Papa Bradstein. (No offense meant, Papa B. Luvya!)

First we have the latest local attraction, baby robins:

(They're already full-fledged, but I just didn't have time to upload this while the news was breaking.) These birds were kind enough to nest only about 4 feet off the ground in our neighbor's cherry tree, allowing us a close-up view of how freakish nestlings are. Word must have gotten around, because when I excitedly asked a local kid if they'd seen the baby birds, this 7-year-old gave me a "yeah" worthy of the grungiest teen. I am so yesterday's news.

Then we have this rather odd installation piece by Napoleona:


She advised me that this was her "nightstand" next to her bed. I thought the sacrificial pose of the farm animals combined with the wooden-play-carrot-piece lingam and cup-full-of-rocks yoni and with the sparkly Indian box were worthy of the next highbrow Asian fusion gallery opening. Also note the oh-so-trendy homemade crochet doll blanket serving as part of the display surface -- didn't you know all the hip chicks crochet now?

And then, the first hot day worthy of playing directly in the water:


Napoleona spent about half and hour sitting directly in the brook, happily scooping up sand and piling it on the rock to her left. She said something about it being a gnome's sandbox. I tell you: who really needs toys!!