:: A baby on the changing table, loving the floating birds.
::I heard her tiptoeing towards the room, and when I walked in and found her whispering loving words, she looked at me and smiled the sweetest smile.
::With Clara, my sleepy weekend companion.
::I looked up and realized that Ben, taking the picture while holding Dorothy, was about to lose his grip on the baby. Don't worry, he caught her.
::A double burping job, performed by an absolute pro.
::"You should see my back! It's covered in spit-up!" And so here it is.
::There really is no point in making a single recipe of anything around here anymore. A double recipe either gets eaten, shared with friends, or frozen for future use. Isn't it a fun challenge to remake one meal into something new?
::We have been really into cornbread, baked in double (or triple) batches, of course.
I think they look entirely different, don't you?
::I didn't take a single. picture. at. the. baptism. Eek, I'm so bad about that sort of thing. But I couldn't help capturing my cuties on our way back home (bowties worn by the gentlemen of their own volition!)
::I love their sweet faces squinting into the bright light.