“Some poor, phoneless fool is probably sitting next to a waterfall somewhere totally unaware of how angry and scared he’s supposed to be.” – Duncan Trussel



The Memorial Day weekend backyard campout. Cooper can’t figure out why he isn’t invited in the tent inner sanctum.


Measures of growing up. You no longer fit through the tiny door at the dentist office. And you start making pancakes.



Mr. D has been showing me the fun sights in the neighborhood near his school. It amazes me how little kids see things like slugs in trees that are well above their heads and completely unnoticeable to me. Sharp little eyes.


Cooper, that is not what “good taste in shoes” means. But you are learning how to cross paws!



Things seen on walks. Baby crow. Unfolding roses. And sweet girls with bins on their heads.


Rainbows and signs.











































































































