04.17

I love all the kiddos, but I could not do that job.

04.16

Being there is comfortable for us both.

04.14

Waves: clouds, emotions, days.

04.11

I couldn't believe how much they walked. Without complaint. Their idea.

04.10

The most bubbles ever.

04.09

Is his desire to document his days a product of me? I wonder if that's true. If it's good or bad.

04.08

Credit for this successful Easter morning belongs only to the dad.

04.06

Visits are never long enough.

04.05

A long, full day of celebration.

04.03

The green folder is now the "Ideas Folder" and he's filling it with sketches of good guys, bad guys, and weapons.

04.02

I thought I missed it, but I guess somedays, I'm luckier than others.

04.01

It's easy to convince myself of its superfluity. But moments like this I have to record. Just for myself. I forget so much and so quickly.

03.31

Phenom?

03.30

The kids in the concession stand told him they liked his hat. He thanked them, and promptly took it off. Childhood can be heartbreaking to witness.

03.29

Emotions, today, were all over the map.

03.28

There are so many benefits of our urban dwelling, but a yard on a lovely spring afternoon is nice, too.

03.27

I was glad they suggested it and invited us.

03.24

I have needed a day like this for a while.

03.23

I know the feeling. I still do it, sometimes. Simple pleasures.

03.21

March?! Is there something wrong with this picture?

03.19

There are plenty of worms in the world, right?

03.18

The subtlety of milestones has been a surprise for me. Today's was a rare can't-miss-it moment. A shining afternoon for us all.

03.17

Each day dawns with so much promise and potential. I guess even if I can squeeze out only a bit of that, it's still something.

03.15

Seeing those round slices in the toast holder made me ridiculously happy.

03.14

I try, but I can never really capture a moment. They are shadows. But I'll keep trying.

03.13

In the hours before, it seemed I didn't have a minute for him. I hope the afternoon more than made up for that.

03.11

Toothpaste on one side of his face. Not sure what that is on the other. And hair in his ears. What an adorable mess.

03.10

I tried to persuade him to go with the wizard hat, thinking it the more practical choice. He wouldn't be swayed, much to the dismay of the little boy behind him.

03.09

He referred to the water as a mirror that was ever changing.

03.08

It was time to take down the exhibits. We documented them thoroughly first.

03.07

My shout out to Uta.

03.05

There are many things that divide them. This is one that bonds them. Sigh.

03.02

I felt transported to a different city. How have we been missing all of this for so long?

03.01

What an entertaining evening.

02.27

I wonder if everyone is just being nice. I wonder if I could handle the honesty if they weren't.

02.26

A thank-you.

02.24

I hope it's liked as much by others as it is by me.

02.23

We followed the green lines around the building and encountered all number of creatures. The sweater platypus was my favorite.

02.22

Sometimes I think it's completely within my ability. Other times, I'm overwhelmed by the world and underwhelmed with myself.

02.21

This is never going to work.

02.18

...and we have an independent reader.

02.17

Owen's grandma detector is fully functional and ready for action.

02.15

There are days where nothing I do can please them. Other times, it's almost too easy.

02.12

Repeat to self: You always have fun once you just get off your rear end and go.

02.11

My boys worked on this while I slept. And then surprised me with it. Happy Valentine's Day to mom.

02.10

It was exciting to be so clandestine. Even though the minivan full of kids probably cancelled that out.

02.08

A freshly bathed kid is just irresistible.

02.04

I slipped and fell down the steps. It knocked the breath out of me and hurt like the dickens.

02.02

He spent so much time with his imagination. I'm sure he's done it before, but today may have been the first time I paid attention.

02.01

We are never at a loss for friends.