Monday, August 22, 2016

In the middle of Heartbreak City.

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have some sort of important internal organ removed from your body and placed onto a cute, small-person-sized desk with a sweet little name tag with fireflies and smiling, waving happy faces on it and be told to leave it there all day?

It's such a cruel, cruel trick the world plays on you. You create this perfect, teeny-tiny-sort-of-gigantic-ish little creature that you have love for that you never knew you could have, and then the world says, 
"He's 5, ma'am. You gave it a decent effort, but you've done all you could. We'll take it from here. "

I blame the government.


Have to run and wipe my eyes. My heart gets off the bus soon.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Winston with the good hair.

Say "so long" to that summer shag. It's time to get dress-right-dress, my friend. 

I thought it would be fun to take W to get a fancy, professional, big haircut to get him ready for big life. Don't worry. That's not dip.

And just like that, we sent him out into the world. 

Monday, August 8, 2016