"Pwease can may you tate picture of diss, Mama?"

"Haha. Hmm...Love, I don't know if that's a good look for you."

"It is! It is! Joshy telled me that."




They only love each other a little bit.


Addie loves it when her "Popmom" reads to her:


The smile that could melt granite:


Joshy sustained his first shiner last week. He wears it proudly...now. At the time, he was quite indignant at the perpetrator, *Schmethan.


Pitter pat. She's had the walking thing down for awhile now.


I was testing the light in my new room a couple of days ago. She enjoyed smelling my perfume, but was sorely disappointed when I informed her that it wasn't a beverage.


*Name has been changed to protect the bbgun wielder.