With my little girls

“I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.”

Job experience

I think I understand my older sister a little better just by watching my own children. I’m so sorry, September.

Little Miss Maeve

It’s those Boone eyes and eyelashes. Uncle Danny, you do not deserve in any way to be related to this kid.

While Leta rolled her eyes over and over again

Someone threw her own princess party, and did she ever throw it down.

Sweet little towheads

Long distance friends who share a bit of the same flare.

A somewhat theatrical start to the next ten months

There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.

Grade K

She wasn’t so sure about this milestone today, and the glasses kind of hit that message home.

My smirking Butternut

Shades of Daisy Hamilton are surfacing.

A view from the top of the ride

From happy happy joy joy to grumpy grumpy sad sad and back again. The roller coaster as metaphor.

Executive assistant

My coworkers on their ten minute break from making it impossible for me to get any work done.