“These still life images serve as a daily reminder that my days are awash in chaos, whimsy, laughter and laundry (sometimes all at once). They capture toys and spills and puddles and piles. Sentimental, solitary moments of childhood ephemera. A gentle prodding to live in the now and stop looking toward the “then.” And though sometimes I pray for clean and quiet and still, I know all too well it will come. And I will yearn for tiny shrieks of laughter in my bedroom. For toys and loveys strewn about. For signs of a daily life well lived. For traces of my babies who once were. For reminders that Kids Were Here–and they were life and light and love.” – Stephanie Beaty We are a group of passionate photographers who are setting out to document details of evidence that Kids Were Here. It is a fabulous idea introduced by the very talented and creative Ketti Photography.
It was a good day to transplant our basil & cilantro; Ella decided to help, then we were distracted by soccer & tee-ball. No transplanting ever occurred. 
Knights. Knights. Knights. Everywhere, everyday, in games, figures & costumes. Knights. Knights. Knights
Covey got himself a bowl of cereal. I took a deep breath, & grabbed my camera (thanks to this project).
Ella's teething like crazy; I'm not sure if her necklace helps, but it's cute :)
Four little lids to the applesauce squeezey pouches means four empty snack pouches probably didn't make it to the trash.
Rody has been around since Covey turned one (he'll be four in 6 weeks). They love him. 
Covey: "Mom, I never want to go to Africa." Me: "Okay, why?" Covey: "Because Honey Badgers live there."...& then a few hours later I found this (the irony: he has no idea where Africa is)
I busted these out because they're cute. The boys literally busted them in their bathroom door. 
It feels like spring- the buckets & shovels are ready for some beach time.
This game has come out almost every day this past week, yet we haven't played it in weeks. 
Working on the kids' journals- consolidating all of their random baby book entries, into one special journal for each of them.
Packing Rylee's morning lunch- do you want apple or pear? Always pear...unless we only have apples.
