My dad made Eleanor a cigar box ukulele after I bought him a mess of cigar boxes in Saratoga. I asked her where ukuleles are from and she answered: “uhh, the…. UK?”

This little fella flowers pretty consistently!

The city, not the show (although we did listen to the musical on the drive up). We went up to visit our friend, Denise, and we had the best time. We went to a Kevin McDonald show (yes the guy from Kids in the Hall) at the Casbah, then to a funky undersea-themed bar called The Blue Grotto. Somebody had a very specific vision for that place and I think they nailed it. Before we knew it, it was 2am, and I was falling asleep on the couch. The next morning Denise and I nursed our ladylike hangovers by lying on the couch and talking about Quebec, and listening to old country records (Willie Nelson, Kenny Rogers, Patsy Cline, the Judd Sisters). We got a late lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant, walked through a super cute plant store and an equally cute yarn store, and suddenly it was time to leave. As always, it went by too fast.

Grant’s first real haircut went surprisingly well. He was bribed with peanut M&Ms. He looks like such a little man, instead of a little maniac. 😭

Henry wanted a photo series where he got closer and closer and closer.

Grant is thinking “how hard should I hit another human with this hair brush?” And he settled on “fucking whale” one second later.