This is me in the here and now. 

Back home sharing summer vacation stories with Auntie Inma over at Yaya's house. 

The sky in Hingham yielded constant intrigue. 

There's got to be a morning after. 

Melaina wrestles me to the ground. 

Here my Daddy is either showing me how to throw a ball or acting like a homo. 

My Daddy helped me to break the sound barrier in my car out in the yard, though the topography was a little bumpier than the Utah Salt Flats. 

Me and Mommy go for a spin in my bilingual coche. 

Sometimes nature can be every bit as distracting as the city. 

Grandma Sheila was a paragon of patience in explaining to me how things work in the USA. 

There were many birds in Hingham that I had never seen before, and the hours they kept made sure that I was up and about by 6.30am every day. 

I have no comment on this photo. 

Even Mommy got with the getting-in-touch-with-nature program. 

My Daddy taught me how to see into the future by becoming at one with my magic crystal ball. 

Sometimes two people can enjoy one another's company without yakking, though this is a rare, treasured moment in the presence of Cousin Melaina. 

The whole family went in for a big slice of Americana at the Marshfield Fair and I even pretended that we were filming a television commercial. 

There is nothing more quintessentially rustic than ducks behind a fence. 

The fair had a bunch of hellish rides that were controlled by scary, weird degenerates... 

...but then I started to relax and enjoy myself a bit. 

My Daddy popped a balloon with a dart and was awarded accordingly with a purple worm, which left me feeling decidedly unfulfilled. 

We went to the Marshfield Fair, where I tried to interest some kind of sheep in my purse. 

As you can see, I am a quick-study endowed with natural gardening prowess. 

Contemplating the mysteries of domestic lighting. 

Seeing if there is anyone left that I can still sucker with my give-and-take routine.  

Don't eyeball me, Boy.