This is probably just going to be pictures of some babies. You understand.
Cross-eyes bubble blowing.
A mere 6 hours of stenciling, and the patio is finished.
Some of my favorite pictures of my dad don't have me in them (that's baby my brother Jeff), so I included adorable little kid me eating pinata candy too (with an incredible 80s backdrop of shag carpet and matching tweed curtains and couch). My dad is the kind of dad who just knows how to do stuff, and he does it well. I don't know that he would call himself talented, but he has an entire arsenal of talents that he more or less cultivated out of thin air. He can level a deck like nobody's business. He knows lots of random old jingles that make no sense. He's nicer than he wants you to think he is. Plus he's funny. I love you Dad.
She's goin' night night, guys. (And there was a brief moment in time we could get her attention by calling her "banana!" That moment has all but passed.)
A skeptic, snuggling.
This selfie enraged the baby.
Cincinnati Nature Center with our buds. Walking in circles on our way out led us to the Abner Hollow Pioneer Cabin, and that was pretty dang cool. (Also, again, this is the face Joash was trying to make.)
Seeing Jackson Browne at Riverbend, just like I always do every 9 years.
The soap is the most important part.
I quit after I more than doubled my money. Five big ones.