Issa might be a photo journalist when she grows up. Here is our morning from the point after everyone is ready until she and I pack her lunch.
First, she found a dead butterfly on the deck. True to tradition (follow the link for the back story), it had to be photographed and placed in a shoe box: Then, it was time for Daddy and Evan to head out. The blur on this one is so metaphoric: Issa and I wave goodbye on the porch: