Something sad happened on Friday. We don’t have to go into it, but a certain team failed to win a certain game, busting my bracket and causing poor Kato to look like this.

I won’t show a photo of how I looked as the game clock ran out. The sight of my sadness might ruin your Monday morning. Let’s just say that Friday night we all went to bed miserable. But Saturday we woke up with renewed purpose. There is a silver lining when one’s team makes a premature exit from the tournament—the ability to move on, go outside, and enjoy a day in the sunshine.

And so we did. We drove out to Eastern Neck Island to take a walk on the beach.

We discovered ladybugs.

Wrote names in the sand.

Took a first shoulder ride.

And went out on a limb.

Later that night we had a dry-run birthday party. Alden’s real birthday is next Saturday, but my sister Lindsay and her family were in town for the weekend, so we decided to spread the fun around a bit. As is her usual habit, Alden invited Kato to participate in the candle blowing.

It was a beautiful day, a wonderful day. And I did not watch a single basketball game.

Speaking of basketball, however, in case you are wondering, August has slipped into second place in the Idiots Hoopla standings, courtesy some jerk named mikeman who thinks its ok to beat up on a baby.

The tournament is still young. We’ll see who is still standing come April 2

I can tell you one thing: it won’t be me.