This four-year-old has never seen a camera in her life, obviously.
Chinese water torture, kids playing violin. It’s all sixes.
A certain someone doesn’t really care if she can’t see two feet in front of her face.
We practiced smiling for the camera which means I had to tell her to stick her tongue back in her mouth about ten times.
There is so much that I love about this photo and Marlo’s choice of clothing isn’t even near the top of that list.
I might normally admit that I hate my dog, but this time I’m going to pull back and say that I really really really hate her.
Chief Operating Tyrant and official person to go to when floundering with your wardrobe.
I’ve got cereal, sugar, canned beans, chili, pasta sauce, peanut butter, and a four-year-old who would fit nicely between two slices of whole grain bread.
He’s lucky it’s not the toaster. Or the microwave. Or a free-standing copper bathtub.
Out with the warm weather, in with the better natural light. Fall, I will learn to love you.