A portrait of the moments leading up to the pounce.
Not so much terrible at two as she was terrifying.
My coordinates for the next seven days.
A few things I’ve learned while standing in the security line behind a woman wearing boots that lace up to her knees.
I will get as much life out of this damn thing as I can squeeze.
No, this does not explain anything other than it’s cold enough for polkadot flannel pajamas.
I got more organized and impressed my child by doing so. She’s such a Mormon.
Would sir desire a lesson in posing?
She’s got more strength than the nine-year-old who sat there and ignored all requests to help with the foundation.
This week’s link roundup featuring Yoko Ono, Ira Glass, Questlove, Meb Keflezighi, the NYC Marathon, Pomplamoose and tiny dogs on tiny couches.