The boys can't get enough of my shoe closet. I actually had to make Dash take these off; I was afraid he'd break his ankle.
I've been loving my white denim jacket from Old Navy. Yikes; I just realized that this is my September 11 picture, and it looks sort of solemn and military. Not my intention at all.
Tuck and a train. It's interesting to watch the boys' toys wax and wane in popularity. They basically ignored the trains for weeks, but lately Thomas and Co. have come tooting back into the rotation.
Tuck was all smiles here because Grandpa had just arrived.
This photo is an example of how good photography is all about interesting light. A jar of my mom's homemade blackberry jam was glowing like a ruby in the morning light on the breakfast table, and click! I had my photo of the day.
This bulldozer is a frequent subject of property disputes between the boys.
I think I caught Dash in the middle of a dinosaur roar here.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!