Yesterday was a big day around here, you guys. Not just one of your average days where you pretend to be working but you’re actually looking at websites like this (thank Kelly for that one) and trying to morph the uncontrollable laughter shooting up from your gut into actual crying, so that when your boss [...]
Acting like our home isn’t total chaos all the time, primarily because of the two of them. Okay, primarily because of her. She’s like, what? Who are you talking about? Doesn’t everyone bark for ten straight minutes at a flower moving in the wind?
I don’t remember these blooming in our yard last year, but here they are! A lovely surprise, unlike that mythical bobcat we found in the attic.
The Shoes are a French duo who dabble mostly in electronic. I am absolutely in love with this song called “Wastin’ Time” and think it’s an appropriate anthem for summer. The buildup is pitch perfect and totally addictive.
This is the first time we’ve ever been in a house that has a formal living room, and in about a week or so we will finally (after a year of living with it completely empty) be done furnishing it. And it looks nothing like what you see above. I just wanted to play around [...]
Forget about the fact that he chose this spot to lie down and chill. MY KID NEEDS TO PUT CLOTHES ON HER BARBIES. Awesome. Naked Barbie territory. I thought we had a couple more years. OBVIOUSLY NOT.
Why, yes, my child has climbed onto the back of the couch to peer out the window and I’m not doing anything to prevent her from falling. There’s a hospital close by, so we’re cool.
As most of you know, South Sudan declared its independence from Sudan late last week. While spending time with Christy Turlington in Bangladesh, we discussed the barriers to maternal health in other parts of the world and I learned that Sudan (as we formerly knew it) was one of the most dangerous places for women [...]
Remember when some of you really believed that we’d named her Donette Butternut? Those were good times.
It’s the middle of summer, right? The dogs usually molt in spring when they lose their winter coats. It’s been so cold in Utah that Chuck’s fur got confused. Mother, that I continue to live here shows just how much I love you.