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On the drive to school this morning

Leta: Who’s going to pick me up from school? Me: My butt. Leta: MOM! THAT’S NOT FUNNY! Me: Why is my butt not funny? Leta: IT JUST ISN’T! Me: Leta, pretend you’re a boy for, say, two minutes. Then it might be funny. Leta: Can you just answer my question? Me: My butt can. Leta: [...]

Meeting area

I sat down to write the post about everything we bought and collected for the office and realized it was going to be about the length of the Nile, so I’ve decided to break it down into individual style posts. Note: we weren’t given anything for free or asked to mention any of this for [...]


Working on very technical things involving sound and syncing it with corresponding video. Also, he just got a haircut and I wanted to record this brief moment when his hair doesn’t look like it’s going to jump off of his head and attack your face. I say this with all the love in my heart.


So, as things are wont to unfold in this life of mine, I returned home from California last week to a walking child. Marlo had been walking on and off in the days leading up to my vacation, but she would usually take a few steps and be all, SCREW THIS. And then she’d drop [...]


This is going to be the cover for his first book of poetry called Alone: To be great is to be misunderstood.

Half-tooth Bobo

This kid is teething like a monster, a hundred teeth all at once. Makes for a grumpy, whiny, miserable existence except for brief moments like this one. I think we’ll keep the chipped tooth as is. It sums up her personality perfectly.


Bah-pheeewwwwwww! No that wasn’t a sneeze. It was more of a sigh, a straight-bodied falling over into the bed only to hear the frame crack underneath the jolt. And then two nights later Jon’s all, seriously? We’re finally alone and it sounds like grandma is knitting next to the bed in a rusty rocking chair. [...]

Happy roaster

From now on, whenever I go through a rough period and think I’m not going to see light at the other side, I’m going to pull up this picture and say to myself, “Here comes the sun.”

22 seconds of joy

The puppy. He is confused by the escalator.

The moving child

She who will not be contained. I don’t know where this kid came from, and the difference between her and her sister is kicking our butts. She can crawl up the slide and will occasionally try to throw herself out of the side of this thing, head first. We keep saying to each other, I [...]