33/52 One misty morning.

Camping, 6:15 a.m., just my boy and I.

32/52 R.I.P. Stella Mouse

I have come to realize that in no way can this blog simply be about a photo a week. It's about my life, as a mom. Because, let's face it, that's what I am. So, inevitably, there will be weeks like this when all I have to share is a snapshot or two. No apologies, because really, our lives are what this is really all about :).

"MOM! Quick! There's a dead thing in our driveway!" aka Stella Mouse
R.I.P. Stella Mouse

31/52 The very last time.

My 3-year-old declared, on his birthday, that he would now "only wear underwear."

30/52 My boy is 3!

He got to have a special Mommy-Daddy date, and chose to go to the beach.