If I had to describe my day at work,

using only one word,     it would be BUBBLES. How lucky am I? And no. These photos were not, in fact, taken this morning. They were taken over the summer. I did not bother to take photos of the bubble party today because today is gray and cold and miserable. And not snowing. And not snowing means not a snow-day ...

He may be one year older…

Yesterday, as a special birthday treat, my husband and baby had a special daddy-daughter date; one that involved French pastries, cappuccino, jammies and snuggles. Who could ask for more? And so, while I was out doing birthday-related-things, I sent my husband an email letting him know that I'd arrived at the store, cuz, ya know, we check in like ...

I just want to advise you,

that if you decide to bring your 9 month old child into your closet with you, so that you can keep an eye on her while you are getting dressed, she will pull every shoe off the shelf, kiss herself in the full length mirror, and wear your underwear as a hat. Or, at least, that's what I've heard.

And Many More…

Happy Birthday, dear Daddy. We are so proud to call you ours. And, even though you are now an oldie, you are very much, and always will be, a goodie. We love how you sing us lullabies, and give us back rubs, and light up when you see us. We love how you are patient, and so kind, and how your goodness radiates from ...