Halloweechini

"Happy Halloween!", erupts Sparrow.



Jaded older sister Sequoia off handedly embraces the holiday



The exuberant pair prepare for the big night ahead. Whole candy bars at our house, need we say more?

Sit, Sparrow, Sit

Sparrows first sitting experience is rudely interrupted by a brainsucking appendage.


Sequoia whips out her cell to speed dial 1-888-ALIEN-B-GON for the appropriate rescue protocol.



Sequoia gently massages the alien juju out of her sisters delicate frame but gets caught up on the ampleness of Sparrows underutilized thighs.

Lovequoia 207

The three-month-old Sequoia scours her emotional core and channels it into pure boogie motion.

Harvestchini

The blog is back! Sequoia and Sparrow have moved into their new home and the brand spankin' new internet service is up and running. Today's entry surveys the Sanchini adventure into the Tolay Fall Festival.


Behold Sequoia, queen of the hay stacks, and beware.


Baa, Neigh, Moo, and Yawn.


Sparrow comforts her father as he hides out in a handy redwood teepee, "Don't worry Dada. Not everyone is naturally photogenic in a cut out cow face."


Queen Sequoia begins amassing her fall militia, should anyone question her hay stack throne.


Sequoia manages the daily operations of royalty by dictating to her Court Jester/Veggie Scribe who records her wisdom in tuber stamp code, the native language of Haystackistan.