Where to start...
#1. Miles is a "bad guy." Or so he likes to tell us. He's also a Fire Nation Fighter. He will shoot you with anything from a plastic saw to a straw. Lovely. We don't have guns in our house, not real, not play. We don't even have swords. And yet, Miles is boy. Please don't think I'm a bad parent if my two year old runs up to you and says, "I a bad guy, I gonna kiw you." I promise we did not teach it, nor do we encourage it. But my goodness, my little gunslinger (or, you know, table easel slinger) has quite the imagination.


#2 We moved! I know, you know. But someone wanted some pictures. This place is more than I could have deserved, possibly. We LOVE it. I'll point out some stuff...






Well, I'm a photographer... a natural light photographer. This home, it's got light, baby!

#3. I realize that there are going to be a lot of pictures of Miles. Sorry, but not really, because that kid is dang cute. Along with a "bad guy", he thinks he's a gymnast.

#4. Anna also thinks she's a gymnast. However, she's significantly more talented in this area.

#5. I bush-whacked Miles. Say good-bye to the mop-ish long hair. He's suddenly very hip.


#6. I'm starting to get a bit sad about losing Miles's position as baby. Which lead to me taking a long series of pictures of him sleeping in his room. Pathetic. But look at those lashes! And check out my AMAZING natural light!



#8. Anna. Just Anna.


There's more, but this is ridiculously long. I promise to come back another day, when some of you have caught up. Until then!
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