We arrived in Seattle in the middle of blueberry season so, naturally, we spent many of our afternoons picking delicious berries at the peak of freshness. Those that weren’t gobbled immediately (Henry is well known for this) were saved for the blueberry’s most noble purpose: Marla’s blueberry pie.
Pardon me, waiter, but there’s a spider in my pear!
The beginning of this set has a few photos of me and Emma headed to the Brownies Hawaiian Dance at the end of February. She was so excited to be getting fancy and dancing with Daddy. I know this won’t last much longer, so I was glad to go. (In fact, it didn’t even last until the dance. Once we arrived she had no interest in hanging out with Daddy.)