Souvenirs

I only packed a carryon for my trip to Southeast Asia because I was going to be changing planes twice and staying in three different hotels. There was very little room to bring back souvenirs for the girls, and I while I was trying to figure out what to get them I decided that going [...]

My welcome home

The next time I leave I’m afraid I’ll return to a small pyramid fashioned out of giant dried turds.

Some levity for a Friday morning

My very own Snuffleupagus.

Who? What? Huh? Me?

I worry less about my children being around the stove when I’m cooking food.

Down dog

This is the extent of all the yoga that goes on in our house. Unfortunately it hasn’t cleared the mind of the one who practices it.

The dog whisperer

The pack leader who understands the sequence: exercise, discipline, affection, treats, snuggles, more treats, maybe even a massage.

That time of year again

The annual collaring, and this time it’s pretty badass.

The birth of a hashtag

When two different and opposing groups of people clashed, and an inside joke became useful.

Yes, I am still keeping an eye on you

He is really, really upset with all this unwanted attention. Can’t we all go back to hating each other and stabbing our voodoo dolls?

The best place on earth

Instead of throwing a princess party, we’re having someone dressed in a lab coat show up for Chuck’s next birthday.