5 years married!

They are my wild

These are Friday nights:
All of us anticipating the arrival of a weekend and dad.
Stop by the taqueria and bouncy castle after preschool, park, and t-ball.
No makeup remains (not much there to start). Mark's missing a button. Scott not pleased with the camera. June's traded in her bow for a plantain smears.
Within moments they've all traded places: the sad one happy, the calm crazy, the silly tearful.

A shabby, shifting, sweet sort of poetry to this tumbling time of life.

Polite demands from the neighborhood mafioso

"Plese finde sum rolepolese and bring thume to apartmete numbre 8."

Last weekend

Last weekend June and I left the menfolk here and headed south for a little sister time. It was awesome. We ate cheese and had a baby shower and fell asleep 10 minutes into The West Wing. My very own sister is growing a baby. My little Karen, with whom I shared childhood, a room (but only for 9 months once in college), and a beloved nuke department, will now share The Experience of MOTHERHOOD. As Luke would say: we are grown ups for real, yo. And our toes are pretty to boot. We picked each others' colors.

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.