Restaurant dining calls for nonviolent resistance.
Fall Carnival, suitably spooktastic.
In which we’ve invisibly surpassed the “days are long” phase and hyperdrived to the years being cruelly short.
Ginger Grant never met a party favor she didn’t love (to death).
This kitten is so naughty! The naughtiest in a house STUFFED with naughty beings! If she’s not sleeping, there’s something crashing, or she’s getting trapped in house spots that heretofore never existed, or she’s using Leroy Brown’s tail as a swing! But we all love her fiercely, even this big meanie.
Newest family member, Ginger Grant, delicious bundle of big-eyed badness.
In a shocking turn of events, it was confirmed that they love the nightlife, they got to boogie.
Five-year-old: “Mama, can I help open Ellie’s medicine?” Me: “Sure baby, just hold it upright. Don’t let it spill.” Five-year-old: “Mama, I can’t open it. The cap just spins!” Me: “Oh, right. That’s because it’s a childproof cap. And you’re a small child. Someday, when you’re an adult, you’ll be handed many keys to adulthood,…
On Seattle’s storm-bruised vernal equinox, arms upraised in promise: The littlest, lashed: