Me: Let's eat, Eleanor.

Ethan: No! Don't eat Eleanor!

Apparently, Ethan didn't hear the comma.

Life as usual around here. Eleanor sleeps like a champ, Ethan sleeps like a chump. We're dealing.

Eleanor with her boyfriend, Andrew. I love her face here. I wonder what Andrew just said to her - something scandalous, no doubt.

Lovely.

That's better.

Daddy's little weed-puller helper.

Lovin' my sleepy girl.