Pajama Day at school. A last minute, unexpected "Spirit Day." The girls tell me that the kids got to vote on whether they wanted Pajama Day or Crazy Sock Day, and it was nearly unanimous in favor of Pajama Day. Saoirse said, "No one would see your socks anyway, it's winter." Rowan pointed out that since I rarely have matched socks for them, "Every day is crazy sock day for us."

The color is terrible, my lens wasn't wide enough, that darn table is crooked. But for all that's wrong with this photo, what I see is right...these are my daughters. The daughters I dreamed of.

He's reading them a Michigan football scouting report before bed. Sweet dreams.

I can't count how many meals Chris has eaten in the last 8.5 years like this. Hard to believe that within a couple more years, it will be over. Until grandkids, at least.

I love this little hand gesture you use right now, Liam, when you say "bit." You mean "a little bit" and it is adorable.