baby keith and santa take a vacation

which one is the real horse?

baby keith tries to get directions from a fellow horse.

wrong turn. what will baby keith do now?

oh no, baby keith has not only been spotted by the group, he has also become an object of desire for one in particular.

santa stretches her legs...

... and pulls out the guns.

baby keith swore he would never visit a famous landmark again. now what'll he do?

looks like santa's stalker is going on vacation too.

santa relaxes after a long, magical day.

yes, baby keith did fall off the wagon, and no, it has not been pretty.

mackinac island cont.

whitefish head point. jarrod decides that this is a perfect time to take his lucky rock out of his pocket and fiddle with it.

it is pretty amazing what a little rain will do to a beach filled with worthless rocks. make them wet. that's what'll it do.

jarrod accidentally dropped his lucky rock somewhere along the beach.

mackinac island and fun with grapes

for my birthday, jarrod and i went to mackinac island because i haven't been since i was a baby and i wanted to see what all the hubbub was about. this photo captures my delight (thanks bag o' grapes!)

jarrod and i talk sports.

jarrod looks worried about that rash.

are we smiling because we just stuffed our faces full of polish food or because we both secretly know that the other is pooping their pants?

i think this photo sums up our relationship pretty well.

thanks for the memories wooden swing!

apparently, all one needs for a party in northern michigan is a taxidermy-ed buck head and a smallish disco ball.

cecca holds in a fart on the way to mackinac island (she wanted to save 'em all up as a gift to the island).

the bridge.

whoa...

i tried to make this one look old-timey.

the devil's kitchen; otherwise know as the place where dreams really can come true.

our bikes demanded we take their photo.

take note of the sign in the upper left hand corner of this photo. it could only be jarrod.

one thing's for sure, mackinac island sure loves church.

jarrod quick scratches "jerd wuz hear" into the pew with his multi-tool.

jarrod tries to figure out this whole poncho idea.

so much for the drought; jesus was apparently saving up all the rain for my birthday. here i am thinking about not pooping my pants.

you might have to pay ten bucks just to walk in front of the thing, but eating it is free, as jarrod demonstrates. 

if only pj "poppa jay" hoffmaster knew the things people say about him

the seagulls take ten from their ubiquitous conferencing. 

jarrod nurses his baby by the water.

cecca gets stuck in yet another piece of wood.

as always, cecca finds an opportunity to practice her original dance moves.

jarrod gets into a heated argument with that log.

this one i call "reflections." get it?

jarrod slowly crashes into yet another volleyball net.

surveying his kingdom.

jessie takes her humans for a walk

here we are at saugatuck dunes state park hiking a favorite five-mile loop that takes one through about two miles of dune traversing. two miles that jessie's paws could not touch the ground because the sand was too hot. two miles that we had to take turns carrying a furry, hot, sandy mess on our shoulders through sand, which is hard enough to walk in without a beagle hitchin' a ride on your body. needless to say, we learned our lesson. next time, bring the cat. 

fungi. 

jarrod finally does something useful with all of that hair

pre-founders fest; jarrod had carrie (the in-house hair stylist) cut his hair into the preferred hairstyle of sex offenders and dads circa 1987 alike. "why would he do such a thing?" you may be asking your cat, half-interested. Because I told him to, that's why.

jarrod quick flips his cape around to protect his naked body from falling hair tendrils. thank goodness for capes.

"here's lookin' at you, pervert."