A haircut in photos

One of the best things about having girls is getting to do things like this with them. I will pull up this post in the future when all of our periods sync up.

Watching her grow

Hugs smelling of sunscreen, tear-free shampoo, and strawberry-flavored fruit snacks.

A festival of gluten

There’s a similar picture of me at this exact age, at a park, blowing out candles, about to gobble down poison.

On Bracelynn, On Brogen

If only she had written this before Marlo was born. So many of these fit her personality. In particular: Bonk.

Goodbye to four forever

If only I had given birth to a kid who had more chutzpah.

4 years, 364 days

Even five years later when I look at these photos I think, whoa. I gave birth to my father.

I have words

From Salt Lake to Dallas, Dallas to Hong Kong, Hong Kong to Southeast Asia, Southeast Asia to your screen.

Radio killed the wonderful music app star

My car stereo is mine no more. Until one of them starts to like modern country music and then I lie and say that music has been outlawed.

Late spring light

Perfect light and setting interrupted only by the name of a dog being belted out by Her Majesty.

My sad, dimpled water dog

Would you look at that face. Not even you could deny her every wish.