When we arrived at Susan's guest house, we found the pantry stocked with Olive's favorite foods. It was almost as if Susan had found an online record detailing all of Olive's prefer...hey...
This is a horse (of course). Susan's horses look just like the ones on TV, except no talking.
Agatha and Abbi, making flag cake. It was Agatha's first time, and she didn't understand why it was supposed to be baked in a rectangular pan until it was time to decorate.
Sabina holding a kitten. In the words of the immortal Bill Baughn (indulge me--it's not every day I get to quote from The Myoelectric Myth):
A prosthetist has made claim to have developed a prosthetic hand with "the sense of touch". When a child can put his prosthetic hand through a hole in a box and tell us he has found a kitten, that the kitten is warm and furry, that it is licking his hand and his tongue is rough and wet, then and only then will it be honest and ethical to use such a term.
This is Romeo. He's 137 in dog years. Clover was unafraid of him, due to either his lack of initiative or lack of teeth.
Olive with a Bomb Pop. Remember Bomb Pops? These were bigger when we were littler weren't they? Come on, you 'member...
Susan and Christina in a mother/daughter shot. I'm sorry they're blurry; they kept making tiny, almost imperceptible movements, as if they'd had too much caffeine.
Agatha, Brett and a Roman candle.
Olive walking briskly.
Olive up high.
Abbi, Mercy Grace, Agatha, Brett and sparklers. At one point in the visit, Susan mentioned how cool it looked when Anatole did things with his little arm. Apparently, seeing people handle pyrotechnics with their toes has gotten old hat.
Gideon (Susan's youngest) watching the fireworks while gently running his toy helicopter atop Clover's head.











































