Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Issa's morning...

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:

And then Daddy and Evan are off:

Lunch is packed, and we are headed out the door. I'll drop Issa off and then head to jury duty. Did I mention our mornings are a blur?

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