Conversations around the dinner table when I’m the only adult is basically my least favorite thing ever right now. Lots of potty humor (A & P), whining about food (everyone), crying because someone teases her (N), and spilling of everything (E). Maybe one day soon V will actually make it home for dinner regularly.

To look at this plant, you’d never guess he’s a cranky, demanding and needy fellow. I’ve had him for over a year – he was a gift from my mom in honor of my late dad’s birthday – and I moved him all over the house trying to find a spot he’d like. With every…

~Everyone engaged in quiet activities, basking in the coziness of a warm, clean house.~ Every year I want to start January 1st with an adventurous, heart-rate-raising hike. Start as we mean to go on; channel that outdoor spirit I aspire to live by. We rarely manage that on New Year’s Day and then I feel…

Smooshed halfway into the flowers with the direct sun cutting into his face. He doesn’t get why Teta Giedre does this, but that’s ok.

Leave me alone, I’m making art.

“Pretend you’re whispering.” “Okay, but you know he didn’t actually say anything, right?”

That moment when you think the little girls are happily playing in the yard, but they’ve scaled the fence and flown the coop.

Cousins who pretend play Elsa together stay together.

Most people these days don’t tend to have a lot of books in their house. Or just the basics. Or purge regularly. I’m the opposite. The more books the better, cram those shelves, better yet let’s get more shelves. I want the books to be there, ready to beckon my kids into new adventures or…

She usually doesn’t want to smile for the camera, but having N dance around and yell “fart!” helped a lot.