I still can’t string together much coherent thought for you, Interweb. But I can take pictures.

Laurie! Remember these? Would you believe they were packed in a box from the trailer (I need to upload a picture of my childhood home) and somehow have been stored at my dad’s house for-30 years? 33 years? I’m 35 this year.

Last week we were treated, finally, to some rain. With it came an invasion, truly, of frogs. Every night when ToddlerA comes home, my dad has to pick the frogs off the door before it opens, lest the frogs make their way inside and have to live in the minefield of cats and toddlers until they make their way outside again.

A few weeks ago we had company; Auntie Marianne and Uncle Shelby practiced holding babies, which contrary to popular belief, is very different than fostering puppies:

I joke about this all the time, but I’m really really not sure how I’m going to survive when TeenHer goes back to school. Hello, homeschool project! This is so totally HomeEc! Taken after TeenHer took the night shift because she’s so awesome.

And finally: phases of Smiling Jack, 8 weeks old this week. How is that time passes so slowly at the end of pregnancy and then after the baby’s born 2 months goes by overnight?