I like this one a whole lot too.
Unexpected fringe benefits of having fallen in love with a photographer include - but are not limited to - seeing yourself as you otherwise never might.
The chemical burn is healing quite nicely, thanks!
[Don’t try this at home kids.}
I present Rabbit the cat, best kitty ever and my first child.
Mostly we called him The Bit.
An old favorite.
Yesterday kind of sucked. But instead of brooding I went and got my hair chopped. My resulting newly and improved bedhead is totally fucking adorable, don’t you think?
Gratuitous Photo of Your Two Weeks ‘Til We Fly to New York Happy Faces
Me, at three.
Today, right after breakfast, I left Bean at the table while I plucked my eyebrows went about important morning things. Five minutes later I went back, planning to make sure he’d finished his milk, when I discovered he’d given himself a mani-pedi. And also whatever you call it when you paint your bangs.
Normally I check him whenever he’s quiet for more than sixty seconds sense when he’s up to no good, but not this time. Mommydar fail.
The worst part is that I don’t have any nail polish remover. The best part is he mostly colored within the lines.
Inner Witch Edition.
I still do tipsy // liminal Photo Booth sessions, I just don’t share.
Tousled hair edition, because the only thing better than a gratuitous photo meme is a gratuitous photo meme that doesn’t require a shower.
So, this is my third GPOYW today, but hey. G, right?
I don’t think you can make out the boo-boo on his forehead. He had a little altercation with a coconut. He cried, so I packed away my emo, and then we cuddled, and now we’re just cool, man.
Bean asked nicely, so I went in swimming in my clothes.
Again.
What.
