Revelry Reverie

I heard a fairly ubiquitous commercial on the radio this morning, from a company I think we probably all know, hawking insurance. These commercials always give me an unpleasant twist, because I know that this company doesn’t particularly value their employees as humans (a friend and family member works there). This commercial was specifically talking…

We were taking photos of funny faces and in the midst I caught a photo of Henry smiling up at Bob.

We have a series of T-shirt on head photos, but this one is so far the best.

I was out of town last week when I got a call (around 8pm on a Friday evening) from my OBGYN practice. It was the doctor I’d been working with on getting this rash figured out. She had discovered that the rash was indeed autoimmune progesterone dermatitis of pregnancy – I get a nasty autoimmune…

Someone built me my own rocketship.

Spot the tape measure.

While I wing my way home, my little fledgling feeds her friends.

“Hey! Where’s Uranus? Where’s Uranus? Mom! Mom, where’s Uranus? Oh! There it is!” I’m not at all sorry to report that we were laughing too much to answer.