I’m having one of those rare moments where BOTH of my peanuts are asleep. And instead of doing dishes/laundry/showering, I am sipping a cup of tea with my feet up and writing this blog, because there is no one else I would rather share this minute with than you, dear reader(s). As of today Hazel’s acne is finally in retreat. Apparently, the best treatment for infant acne is for a mother to stare at it, brow furrowed, for an entire week. I’ll be busting out the camera sometime today to capture her healing skin for posterity. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A father’s gaze, while nice, does not have the same blemish clearing power of a mother’s.
In other news my husband and I were discussing the upcoming election yesterday (vomit) and to amuse ourselves we asked Bea who she would be voting for in November. Her response: The Big Rubber Chicken. And yet again my sous chef demonstrates that she is wise beyond her two years.
Sun & Moon & Stars 
Ryan and I just freaked out about the picture of Bea! We both LOVE IT! Such a frame worthy picture!