Morning glories

Lily ran inside this morning to tell me that the sky was blue and pink. I told her to go take some pictures of it.

 Then Andy took a couple of pictures of Moo Cow on his new bed.

He stalked our cockatiel one too many times and is now banned from inside the house. I guess we figured he should at least still be comfy.

Chillin'

 It's part of the irony of California that it was warmer ice skating than it was at the beach.

 Lily says the seagull looks like me.

 Back on the ice.

  

Coming up Roses

 

The night before the Rose Parade, the girls made some floats of their own.

Then Andy and I headed down to Pasadena to spend the evening with my friend Amy, while the girls celebrated New Years with Grandma and Grandpa.

 

The next morning, we all met back up for the parade. This is what the Rose Bowl looked like when Andy and I got to the parking lot at o' dark hundred.

 

Reunited in the stands.

 

My father waiting for the parade to start.

 

Along with Jesus.

 

And the painted-green Spartan guy.

 

Celestial good wishes.

 

The opening float.

 Amalia's favorite part of the parade: cowgirls standing on horses.

 

Lily's: the Clydesdales.

 Andy's: everything Stanford.

 From the Tree, to the Dollies and the Band.

 And, of course, the makeshift Stanford trash can accompanying the pooper scoopers.

 

Mine was seeing Vin Scully as the Grand Marshall.

Honorable mention to Daryl Hall.

And the pogo stick guys. 

 After the parade, Andy and I headed back over to the Rose Bowl for the game.

Although the outcome wasn't as we'd hoped, it was still great fun to watch Stanford play in The Granddaddy of Them All.

More horses

 On Thursday, Amy and her mom were kind enough to give the girls even more horse time.

 Lily's excellent form. I guess Camp Kennolyn taught her something right.

 Washing and brushing.

 Amalia making a connection.

 

Amalia learned how to start and stop Jason.

Lily even got to trot a little bit.

Fun with Grandma

My mother bought Lion King tickets for the girls down at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood. Shockingly, the girls pretty much recognized none of the names on the Walk of Fame.

 But they did recognize the lion, of course.

 

A gorgeous production, they had masks on display in the lobby.

  

We were in the very back row on the lower level, which meant we were right next to the animals as they came down the aisle.

 

More importantly, we didn't have to wait in line for the bathroom after the show ended. 

 Back at home, we played a game of Funny Bones, which I found in my bedroom closet.

 The idea is to see how many cards you can hold between the body parts named on each card.

Height differentials are not helpful.

  Hilarity ensued.