My name is... (And ignore the date stamp, I was playing with my new beautiful Nikon D3100 and I'm not sure when/how I turned that on. Oh and ignore the pimple on my temple, k thanks.)
I skip breakfast most mornings, so I skipped taking a picture of it.This is the key to our house in Phoenix. For eight years I carried this key. We always said we'd replace the deadbolt, too, but it never happened. Still, I was sad to take this off of my keychain.
I like big (baby) butts. This is my sweet middle child, 6 years and 3 days ago. She was a 20 pound six month old at that time. Her nickname was BFB (big fat baby).
I really love my kitchen sink, even with dirty dishes in it. I also love the shelf above it and the beautiful things I can look at while I do the dishes.
These sweet cousins loved the dirt in Grandpa's soon-to-be bean bed. In just a few months delicious beans will be picked by small hands and eaten gladly.
I can't believe how quickly these ugly little things hatched from their beautiful eggs.I have to stop the girls from bothering our two chickies every hour. But occasionally we walk over to the cholla that they live in and their little mohawked heads pop up, mouths open ready to be fed.
We were visiting my parents this day. And my dad stopped to hold his 2 youngest granddaughters for a moment. 2 Grandpa's girls. Then again, they all seem to love Grandpa best at this age.
Sometimes when we go to Sonic for a treat we stay in the car, but today the weather is perfect and we decided to sit out in the sun. (Our Mazda5 in the background.)
Today in my little corner of America there isn't a cloud to be seen. Yonder, in Mexico, there are high wispy clouds. It had been like this all day. (Yes, that mountain is across the border according to Google Maps.)
And fifteen minutes later, as the sun is setting, those same clouds become amazing.