Photographs of Sarah

On Friday, Donald worked from home and we all had a very low-key day so that we could party like crazy Friday evening at my cousin’s wedding (the groom requested a passing reference in my blog: STEVE, THIS IS A PASSING →MORE...

Last week, Charlotte and I hit the trails again for the first time since she was diagnosed with whooping cough.  Her endurance and her strength were not what they were before, but I expected that.  What I didn’t expect was how →MORE...

In the morning, Charlotte demanded milk and she bit me. Last week she lost her balance near me while I was bent over and she grabbed my nipple to steady herself.  For a brief painful eternity, my nipple was literally dangling →MORE...

I think that if most people looked at our family’s Christmas this year, they would proclaim us horrible failures.  No tree.  No tinsel.  No popcorn strings.  No stockings on our mantle.  No pile of gifts.  No lights on our house.  No →MORE...

Nov 10, 2011
The recent rains washed the paint off Charlotte’s miniature pumpkins.  Yesterday morning when she realized this, she very nearly had a heart attack, and I very nearly lost my mind from all of the panicked, tortured NO MOMMA, MY PUMPKINS!  POOR →MORE...