day 90

March 31





I make lists. Obsessively. About everything. Therefore, I buy notebooks. Obsessively. But somehow, I can never find one when I need it. What's up with that?

day 89

March 30





Can your almost 10 year old make an elephant out your garbage?

I didn't think so.

day 88

March 29




I have a baby that is completely convinced that he is the funniest thing on the planet. I think he is convincing us too.

day 87

March 28



If I ever get a pet? I'll get a baby midget goat. Way cuter than a dog in my opinion. Jarringly louder, but cute for sure.

day 86

march 27




Best place to take an almost 10 year old boy? Goblin valley. Why? The nooks, the crannies, the silly shaped rocks. A little boy's heaven.

day 85

march 26

Every now and then, boys just got go out and be one with nature.





And take your camera with them.

day 84

March 25

Lesson number 8,706,342:



If you are trying to curb your wants, don't step foot in Ikea.

That is all.

day 83

March 24



Four year olds really love birthdays.
And presents.
And singing happy birthday.
And Mcdonalds.
And bowling.
And cheetos.

Did you know?

day 82

March 23

I knew it was going to be a weird day, when we woke up to these guys chilling on our porch:

day 81

march 22

For dinner tonight:



Because when the dad's away, all nutrition and order just fly out the door.

day 80

March 21

Reason number 6,793 to love Costco:



Double packs of Pirates Booty.

Shiver me timbers, indeed.

day 79

March 20

Too much of a good thing can be bad...
unless it's your birthday:



Then all bets are off.

day 78

March 19

Let the celebrations begin with an uninterrupted night's sleep in strange bed... best way to start a birthday.

day 77

march 18

Just in case anyone has any doubt that small people live here, I will tell you now:



Yes, yes they do indeed.

day 76

March 17

Spring, you have heard us at last....
and just in time because my children almost became a casualty of cranky mom syndrome.

day 75

March 16


A day so wonderful we pulled out the sunglasses.

We pulled faces too.

day 74

March 15

I just love this space.
I love that it's totally not decorated, just lived in.
I love that it's ours.
ALONE.
I love the silence upstairs.
I love that the basement has a door.
I love that I am alone upstairs in silence in an undecorated space that is ours.
Did I make myself clear?

day 73

March 14

Toothpaste.
Toothbrush.
On the kitchen counter.
I mean, What?
The sad thing is it's going on day number 2.
I am leaving it there to see just how long it will stay untouched.
(I am afraid to know the answer...)

day 72

march 13

Another Hailey photo.
The subject? Her nemesis.
One day her little fingers will build up a resistance to this evil contraption and she will have defeated her foe. Until then, it will stay on her enemy list at number 2. Number 1 will always be reserved for the syringe.

day 71

March 12

I don't know why, but I have this tiny suspicion that this sweet little baby is learning a little too much from his master wild man older brother.

That thought is enough to keep me awake at night.

day 70

March 11

I keep begging spring to come and stay, but it keeps teasing me.



And so does he.

day 69

march 10

These tomatoes were the casualty of overenthusiastic consumerism. The B comes first in "BLT's", not T. Next time I will remember that.

day 68

march 9
Can you see the light at the end of your tunnel?

day 67

march 8

Brian's side of the bed.
I think he has a thing for time.

Can you tell?

day 66

March 7

Maisie Day. She would be 4. We love celebrating her birthday, and looking through our Maisie album, talking to the kids about their own little angel cousin.

I love that I managed to get every single person in a strange face moment. I am THAT good.

day 65

march 6

Something I have seen a thousand times. Something I see and love and realize how fleeting childhood is. Something I see and don't want to ever forget.

day 64

March 5

Hailey’s shot of her feet.
This made me laugh.
I think I have a million photos Hailey has taken of her feet. But this one tells a story. The story of a girl who loves her converse. These are last year’s shoes. They are too small. They are ragged. They are faded. The shoelaces are shot. I bought her much more expensive shoes this year. She wore them for a week and then went back to her love: the converse. Comfort is winning out with her. I think she may be more like me than I thought....

day 63

March 4

Another picture from Hailey... I love this.
I love his eyelashes.
I love his-soaking-wet-from-all-that-slobber onsie.
I love that I can tell he is studying something fascinating, most likely something small and dangerous.

I love that Hailey sees it too.

day 62

march 3

Ok, so I know that this picture a day thing is MY thing, but when you have a 7 year old daughter then you have a shadow. She loves to see my picture of the day every day, and she loves to take her own. I decided to take a few days off and let my little shadow take over.

I must say,



She's got skills. If this picture doesn't define Caleb, I don't know what does.

Day 61

march 2



This is what happens at my feet every time I sit down to post.

Porter is an artist.

Day 60

March 1

This animal has been a thorn in my side. He eats pound cake I buy for baptisms, fruit snacks I buy for bribery, Entire boxes of rice krispie treats (the costco size)... but worst of all? Dirty diapers from my garbage can; and leaves the remains for me. Dog sitting him was not on my list of favorite things to do, but I have to say he's been SO good. And he has missed us. Which makes me kind of glad he is here.

But I would never repeat that.