Just keep taking pictures.

Sonja, my Beauty. Dandelions in one hand, a tiny, plastic-bird toy with an oversized head in the other hand. Happily swinging. Almost serene. 

Back and forth, back and forth; delightful laughter filling the air...

Haven, my Cutie. ...seriously; who am I kidding? Haven, my twenty-five-pound dictator. My cute and cuddly monster. The sand is too sandy, the dandelions are too stinky, there aren't enough hands to hold all her rocks and now this mysterious play-thing in the playground won't bend to her will. 


Two-year-old rage-o-rama complete with squealing growl-like sounds.


And I just keep taking pictures. Like hiding behind the camera will protect me. Fool!