Epiphany and my budding photographer.

I finally figured out how people manage with more than two children.

Eventually they put their own shoes on. And leave them on.

We're not quite there yet, but I feel we're getting close. Not the part about raising more children. I still feel that more of the one's I've got need to wipe their own butts before we think about things like that. I'm just sayin' that I'm starting to see how it's possible.

Late for a date at the train museum, Scrunch waddles towards the door hauling her baby's diaper bag.

"Mom, don't forget my purse."

I figure I better check before I lock her down in her car seat with a lighter or a Sharpie.

"It's very heavy," she tells me.

Greeeaaaate! This ought to be good. "What 'cha got in there?"

"A bow. A sippy cup. Strawberry Shortcake. My Camera. And an apple."

Proudest moment of my parenting life. Seriously.

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Yes, my kid has a camera. Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with it. She can thank Grami and Gramps for that one.

One of these days, if she figures out she's holding it backwards, I'll start her own blog. For now, we've got 169 pictures of her nose.