30/365
Some kids would have sprayed themselves directly in the face, but this cautious wonder, got wise as he pulled the trigger, sprayed himself in the belly, and went back to washing dishes.
29/365
So, first I burned some bacon. But we'll call it, angelic sunbeams instead of a kitchen mishap. And then Nix saw egg shells peeking out of the garbage and proceeded to "hatch" baby chicks out of each spent egg. On the floor. "Yook, mom. Watch dis yitto baby chick. Yook mom. anover. Mom -- ohhh! See it's beak pokin' out?"
28/365
Last year, Nix was fox-in-socks, going everywhere with socks on his hands. It seems, we now have a jertain in the curtain.
27/365
Back home. I had never spent more than two days away from this kid. It's good to see his face.
26/365
Last day in paradise. A big camera selfie, Oma and her girl on the plane, and a legit rainbow sunset from the window.
25/365
The view from our balcony, our hallway and the terrace.
24/365
Mastering crawling. Playing peek-a-boo on the bed. And a drawer of freshly cleaned cloth diapers -- dried for me by the wonderful hotel staff, after I made the mistake of thinking they'd dry on the balcony.
23/365
Sunrise on the ocean is a perfect first time to dip your toes in.
22/365
beach babe.
21/365
My first attempts at astrophotography.
20/365
Baby toes peeking out from a babywearing Oma.
19/365
Condensation on a water bottle. Beauty in the mundane.
18/365
Her first time out of the country. It was a long day of travel.
17/365
Frost on window pane. The day before we embarked on the journey to watch my wee sister be wed.
16/365
We are a family of unconventional eating locations. This day's breakfast was enjoyed on a step-stool.
15/365
Boots are delicious.
14/365
Oma's house. My mom's house. Grown from trees she grew in her yard. Picked, rinsed, sliced, soaked and laid on trays to dry. Then gathered and stored in a glass jar that sits atop a cabinet that her father found, sawed, sanded, and stained, for her.
13/365
How he eats strawberries. He's done. He already ate them, he assures me. The rest of the container. "There's not even one left."
12/365
When your dad coaches hockey, and your uncle coaches hockey, and their dad coached hockey, you might love hockey.
8/365
sleepy baby.
