Unfortunately, we lack the body of water that supports those fishing activities. So go ahead and get back into that dress you were wearing. (Joanna, may I suggest a couple bridesmaid gown ideas?)

First tooth sighting. Teething has turned this girl into a tongue-wagging little puppy. If you can pry the tongue up, she might reveal a tooth.

Indulging in a little sink and mirror time, Iris sneaks off into her own little universe.

At some point we had to level with her. Let's just say that she didn't take the news so well that her late-night nursing sessions with Conan were numbered. Recently, he made a comment about babies born in the beginning of his career on the Tonight Show will still be small babies by the end of his career on the program. But we beg to differ. June has matured immensely. Almost to the point of taking it personally that Conan would abandon her. Maybe we'll start going to bed earlier when he's gone. There's just got to be a silver-lining to all of this. We'll run out of tears, if we continue to lay on our bellies crying about it.

It's just one of those songs that has a tendency to loop in our heads around here. It's particularly sweet when sung by a doting big brother.

A brownie cross-breed. My father recently shared with me the premise of a brownie with a very unusual secret ingredient. (It's not pot.) When I found a recipe online for it, I was pretty skeptical. But nothing could've prepared me for the end result. It's not exactly like a traditional fudge brownie. Imagine a chocolate soufflé getting together with a brownie and a chocolate bread pudding. Chances are good this dessert is more healthy than the quesadillas the kids were required to eat beforehand.

Black Bean Brownies
1 (15 oz.) can of black beans, drained & rinsed
3 eggs
3 T canola oil
1/4 c unsweetened cocoa
1/4 t salt
1 t vanilla
3/4 c sugar
1 t baking powder
1/2 c bittersweet chocolate chips

Preheat the oven to 350º. Put all the ingredients except the chocolate chips into a blender. Blend until smooth. Pour the batter into a greased 8x8 baking dish. Sprinkle the chips over it, and bake for 30 minutes.

A light dusting of snow can sure cause a boy to stand tall and lose his neck.
This seemed like a good idea at the time.But there were a few slick spots along the way.

Whenever Iris has a cold, she has this way of turning any old subject into a sad philosophical discussion. All I know is that it never once occurred me as a child that a hippopotamus would eat me up.
(At the last part of this clip, she deduces that sippy cups die. How depressing.)