Rock Star

Oh. My. Goodness.

A Serious Bond

Have you met Vinnie? He's our dog in cat's clothing. And is he ever bonded to Stella. Oh my. The girls actually refer to him as their brother and I often find Stella taking an impromptu nap with Sir Vincenzo on the couch. (Stella is just waking up in that photo.) And Stella is more than tolerant when Vinnie insists on sitting in her chair with her as she eats breakfast each morning. Life wouldn't be the same without our little man. 

The Many Faces of Three

Oh, three. 

Perhaps three is the age that starts to define parents. Challenges them. Nudges them toward really living out their parenting philosophy. 

Or perhaps three is a whole lot of serious giggles and deep breaths. 

In any case, there are many faces to three. And this time around, Brian and I are much calmer and more collected when faced with, ahem, the passion of a three year old. And really, Phoebe is such a delightful and gentle soul most of the time, it's a relief of sorts to see a little rage creep in here and there. 

And yes, it's been six months since my last post. Time is a wily bugger these days!