The Boys' Morning Workout

involves monster truck tires at the Crossfit gym by our park.

June's morning workout

is holding her head up when it's weighed down with an enormous bow!

Oh baby girl

This girl. I laid her in her crib and apologized for leaving her there, fussy, while I dealt with some mess (3 babes = 3x the joy, but also 3x the vomit/etc!). She got tired of waiting for me and put herself to sleep. Baby no. 3, you just earned one night of extended curfew in your teens.

What's up, y'all?

"Me!"
- Little Sitting June

Children playing on a DNA sculpture

Lawrence Berkeley Hall of Science #ilovethebayarea

Overheard: Scott on his grandfathers

Monologue from the backseat
(paraphrasing)

"Grandpa and Cap, they know everything about cars. And engines. You could ask them the hardest question and they would just know it. I could ask them why this air freshener catches the smelly parts and they would just know. That is because they have lived a very long time and they know lots of things. Grown-ups? Just know some things. But old people know many things. That is why we should not break their bones. And Mom I want to tell you something: if asked them about engines they wouldn't not know a BIT."

There you have it: he thinks they are very wise, and old, and he does not want to break their bones (?!?).

This SHOULD be a post about how time keeps marching on and how can my baby be so grown twang twang add country lyrics here ...

... but mothering 3 has me stretched pretty thin so I give you little Juney Jump Up! She's terrific. Also, mystery toddler in the background because that is how we roll in this playborhood, baby.