Each Halloween the kids do a little trick 'o treating at their school. I love seeing all of the kids making their way around the build in their teeny-tiny costumes. I have made it a priority to take the morning off of work to experience their Halloween at school. There is so much excitement, even the babies get into the spirit of things. Here are a few shots from this morning as the kids enjoyed the day.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Family Pictures
A few weeks ago, I won a family photo shoot from a silent auction. The donation went to a great cause, heart health, and I was really excited about an opportunity to capture all of my family members in the same photo (a first for us). Over the next few posts I'll share some of the 'best of' the Keller photo shoot.
La Jolla Shores |
Max enjoyed climbing in the trees |
Hana was seriously sleep-deprived and her smiles were MIA, but she's still lovley |
Friday, October 5, 2012
Hanalei has teeth!
A couple of weeks ago my dad felt the first tooth popping through Hana's gums. When I returned from Japan on Saturday, it's neighbor had come in too. Now little Hana has a nice matched set of tiny teeth.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tokyo Fish Market
I have been home from Tokyo a few days now and thought I’d share some pictures from my last morning in Japan.
On Saturday, a co-worker and I made our way to the famous Tokyo fish market, the largest tuna auction in the world. They don’t let tourists into the auction itself (and it starts at 3am, and I am not that hard-core) but they open the public market at 9. We walked the seemingly miles of narrow pathways between buckets of every type of fish, shell fish, octopus and any sea creature you can imagine. The trick is to avoid getting plowed down by the motorized trucks that dodge between tourists and crates of icy-fish with just centimeters to spare (we are on metric when in Japan).
I was surprised at just how efficiently and quickly the fish market opened at 9, sold all of their merchandise, and then faded to a close by 9:30/9:45. Trust the Japanese to be efficiency experts.
I definitely stood out as a tourist, and didn’t think enough about my wardrobe choices when I dressed that morning. Really Katie, canvas Toms and dragging jeans…in the FISH MARKET? The smart ones wear rubber rain boots with pants tucked in. I guess next time I’ll know!
A highlight was enjoying fresh sushi at a little hole-in-the wall restaurant where everyone waits in line to slide up to the long counter. The tuna was fresh, the tea was hot, and it was a great way to wrap up my business trip to Tokyo.
On Saturday, a co-worker and I made our way to the famous Tokyo fish market, the largest tuna auction in the world. They don’t let tourists into the auction itself (and it starts at 3am, and I am not that hard-core) but they open the public market at 9. We walked the seemingly miles of narrow pathways between buckets of every type of fish, shell fish, octopus and any sea creature you can imagine. The trick is to avoid getting plowed down by the motorized trucks that dodge between tourists and crates of icy-fish with just centimeters to spare (we are on metric when in Japan).
I was surprised at just how efficiently and quickly the fish market opened at 9, sold all of their merchandise, and then faded to a close by 9:30/9:45. Trust the Japanese to be efficiency experts.
Shrimp are avaliable in every color |
Often we saw 10-foot long solid frozen tuna being cut with band saws into perfect tuna planks. |
I definitely stood out as a tourist, and didn’t think enough about my wardrobe choices when I dressed that morning. Really Katie, canvas Toms and dragging jeans…in the FISH MARKET? The smart ones wear rubber rain boots with pants tucked in. I guess next time I’ll know!
A highlight was enjoying fresh sushi at a little hole-in-the wall restaurant where everyone waits in line to slide up to the long counter. The tuna was fresh, the tea was hot, and it was a great way to wrap up my business trip to Tokyo.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Don't Pop the House
This morning at breakfast Max started repeating a chant that goes something like this:
“papa…mama…No pop ‘da house…mama…papa…hana…house no groken [broken]…sleep…papa…samson…amen.“
It took me a minute to figure out that this is Max’s interpretation of the simple prayer that we say before bed. My personal favorite is how “protect our house” gets translated to “no pop ‘da house.” This must have roots in “don’t pop the whale.”
Ahh, the simple faith of a child.
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