I step, you step, we step.
I’m glad that the exercise ball I bought for my bad back is being used as it was originally intended.
You’ll notice she’s in a dress that not two minutes after this photo was taken ended up on the floor of her room in favor of another one.
In a previous life Marlo was a fish. Or a golden retriever. Or Jacques Cousteau.
In preparation for the portraits where she is seen repeating over and again, “MARLO. MARLO. MARLO!!”
A zoology lesson with the preschooler while the fourth-grader was at piano lessons.
The rare occasion when I would recommend you ruin your life with a Miniature Australian Shepherd.
Today on our corporate campus we moved the lunch service to the back patio. For morale!
The only kind of cat that I am not allergic to.
I apologize if the images alone get any part of that movie stuck in your head for two straight days. Worry not, you are not alone.