It’s 9:46pm and I’m eating trail mix for dinner. With a baby fork (spork, really). Okay, I’m not actually eating the trail mix with the fork. I stabbed a few raisins with it. It’s been a day. Sick baby. Poop everywhere. Lights burning out. Husband working late, naturally. And I have to work tomorrow. […]Read Post ›
Husband. A sympathy shot he sent from his film workshop he attended all weekend while I was home with a sick babe.
It was just not a loud day. Unless you count Ian’s diapers. But I wasn’t going to photograph those. I do have some boundaries. The only upside of a babe conked out from a fever is you get the snugly-mellow version to lounge with all day. He wasn’t fussy at […]Read Post ›
We went to Auntie Debbie’s today and had a WONDERFUL time. We’re hitting up Claremont weekly. You think I’m kidding. I love Debbie’s house and Debbie’s kids and Debbie’s cooking and Debbie’s pool and Debbie’s dogs and Debbie’s flowers and Debbie’s neighborhood and Debbie’s son’s school. And Debbie. Or, as Ian would say, “Bedahbedahbedee.”
Mandy Unruh 