That's my baby boy, going in for the kiss on his own reflection. How could he resist kissing that adorable face?

"Did you get the picture you wanted, Mama?"
"Nope. But I got one I loved, which is even better."

After a weekend of having him home, everyone is sad to see your Daddy go back to work. It eases the blow a bit when he can go in late on a Monday morning. This morning it meant he had some time for the playground before he left.

10th in his age group, 128th overall! Amazing results for his first race. And he got to touch the banner after running through the tunnel at the Big House. A pretty good Sunday morning.

Tomorrow your dad will be running his first ever 5k race. Fiona says, "I hope you win, Daddy!" Picking up the race packet today was a fun trip for everyone. Crisler Arena smells like a pool, according to you girls.

This is what it's like waiting for food in a restaurant. Sitting still quietly is not really your strong suit, to be honest, Saoirse. Wild silliness is.

You can make the most mundane game into an opera, baby girl. I wish you'd never lose that.