Rebecca's flying! She's never been so high up before!



The thing about kids is, they'll talk openly about the things that adults will politely skirt around. And sometimes that's better. "Yeah, I'm an alien. Don't know what planet I'm from though. Maybe Zorknar."
"That's not a real planet!"
"Is too!"



Despite Nicole's sportiness, I often find her strumming away at her great-grandfather's guitar. She is an Agnarsson, after all.



In the middle of the night, three puppies are born--the first fourth-generation puppies I've ever had. World, meet Butterscotch, Latte, and Mocha.