Somedays, Timber is our soul source of entertainment. I love his expressions.
He always gets horribly car sick and yet, just to be able to go, he will endure the nausea. We’ve tried several things, but nothing really seems to work for the poor boy. I really hoped that he would grow out of it, but at this stage I don’t think he’s going to.
On our way out to the beach, he got sick and we had to stop to clean it up. It got us out there a little later than I wanted, so I figured I would take advantage of a little twilight.
I love the deep blue skies after the sun has set, it has always been my favorite time of the evening.
Timber was getting totally bored with the modeling thing by that time.
I swear he looked up at Karen and said, “Excuse me, I think we’re done, the tide is coming in.”