You can now add breast milk to the list of ridiculous things our dog has consumed.

We went out for dinner tonight ... this is how she chose to sit.

Mommy and Maren ... playing with Photo Booth.

Dear Maren,

That's it. I swear your daycare is selling my breast milk. Or maybe they are mixing it in the big kids' mashed potatoes. Regardless, I'm launching my investigation and you may need to participate. We'll start your training tonight by watching a few episodes of CSI.

Love,
Inspector Mom

Cleaning poop out of an upholstered couch pillow ... not something I had planned to include on today's agenda.

Posting simply because it makes me smile.

I think Maren's pinky toes are as long as mine.

Maren's first date. Ben was a gentleman, sharing his play mat for the evening ... Maren and I, however, had a discussion on the way home about not showing off your belly to boys.

Maren's first dip in the lake ... all smiles and lots of kicking!

I have one bra that provides the support necessary for me to be seen by those who don't reside in our home. Sitting in the Starbucks drive-through this morning, I realized I have worn this bra for two weeks without washing it. (Insert image of me twitching upon coming to this realization.) There is no time for laundry tonight, so guess I'll make that two weeks and one day.