I don’t mind the iPhone camera except when I do.

Never ever thought I’d say that, but three days and nights of baby vomit will have me screaming for almost anything else.

Bonus points to who can guess what my blog + MLK weekend + comments equal. No, not crickets chirping. Guess again in comments…

I’d been planning for weeks to take new pictures of the baby, but every time I got him dressed, well, let’s just say it was easier last night to capture him naked.

Q kinda sorta promised after we met that we could train for the ride together, so even though I could tell his heart wasn’t in it (cute and sexy can go a long way, but maybe not 150 miles on a bike)