We're still at the communal showers phase here. The key concern at the moment doesn't concern hair washing or tooth brushing, it involves the dangers inherent in dancing on wet and slippery floors. Seriously, we're going to have a spill one of these evenings.
My baby is in a rush to not be a baby any more! When does a baby stop being a baby? Wait a sec, Henry is still my baby, so maybe [baby] Ez will stay my baby for a while yet... [Note: I'm not sure whether this photograph indicates that Ezra is really big or Jen is really small.]
It’s not often that you are sitting quietly on the couch watching the news, then find yourself confronted by a streaker wearing nothing but Doc Martins and a smile. Well, not every night, anyway.