Consecutive spreads. What shady shit is Spot’s grandpa up to in the fall, dammit?? #booksandbabies
Bonding time with me, however, is slightly less successful…
FaceTime with grandma ends up being more about communing with dad…
Wait!! Did people in the past exclusively do this? I checked a book out of the library when I was in college that was a first or second edition from the 1860s (I was doing the reading at the last minute, of course—all the other editions were checked out), and there were several “go to page x” notes handwritten in it, with elegant sketches of a be-ruffed hand pointing in whatever direction I was supposed to turn…the culmination of which was a practically calligraphied “O you fool!”
It was the most valuable experience I had at college.
(Source: memewhore, via hallekiefer)
Not…*quite* as convenient…
No babies, no berries, just imminent apocalypse-esque weather #branddilution #nofilter
@nomadicsongbird no baby, just berries (and mango) #babiesandberries #branddilution
Pretty pleased with tonight’s dinner! (And tomorrow night’s and the next night’s and the next…)
flying baby says happy fourth!
Building the brand. #babiesandberries
This toy, which my mom found at a thrift shop and was only missing a few plates, was my Whole Wide Life.
Oh Jesus…yeah, that was the most important thing. A handmedown from my sister, obviously…that and the Mall Madness board game (which came with some faux credit cards and credit card machines which were OH SO VERY 80s) were the coolest things shoved into our basement cupboard. I never did find anyone to play Mall Madness with me, though (and there’s only so many times making fake carbon copies of fake credit cards can entertain a six-ish year old…), so thank god for fashion plates!
Cucumber fascinator just in time for summer
"You can’t have your Instagram account be just Babies and Berries!"—The Husband