Marlo and Ella

A free built-in babysitter who is handling the most difficult among us with relative ease.

Busy hands

In the hectic hours leading up to a vacation away from home. Marlo is currently screaming about some injustice and I am currently ignoring.

Mandolin rain

“You don’t know what you’ve got till you lose it all again.”

In summer!

I really do hope that the title of this post gets that song stuck in your head.

Water dogs

Where there are cheddar goldfish there is also my first born dog.

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.

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.

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.