I'm back

I'm not promising anything, other than when my creative juices start flowing and my desire to take pictures strikes, I post them, and perhaps a story to go along with them. My desire to use a blog as therapy has waned a bit, partly because I'm back home and my need for therapy isn't as great, partly because I'm back home and don't want to air my dirty laundry when family and friends are so close and partly because I want my kids to be able to read this someday. So, we'll see what comes from all of this. Hopefully for now, pictures and stories will suffice.

So stinkin' cute, which is the only reason he lives
to wreck havoc in our lives another day

I loved this outfit, which came together
totally by happenstance. I'm sure he
will wear holes in the knees of the khakis
soon, but for now, I will take it. 

Owen's crazy, happy face

Owen, the third time he fell this morning. 

In desperate need of a haircut

The concerned look of a 3rd child trying to
keep up with his older brothers

Running away from the annoying one