This child is so over me and my camera--I think he's started writing to George Clooney to see if George will advocate for him to get the mama-paparazzi to leave him alone.
Our Starbucks. Lurve it.
Not a famous person among 'em. What a drag.
This lady has made our breakfast on Sundays for the past six months. We love her. Because god knows I can't scramble a few eggs with diced ham and throw it in a tortilla.
Husband and me
Ethan sporting the remains of his apres-burrito fruit popcicle.
Ethan and Penny celebrate that he managed to eat more of the popcicle than he ended up wearing.
basket of pomegranates
squash! It's fall! Yay!
heirlooms. So ugly, they're beautiful.
who knew there were so many types of eggplant?
who's got the Corona?
purple baby artichokes. If only I had a clue as to what to do with them.