Blogs are still a thing in 2016, right? Hopefully? Maybe? Related: Am I too old for this?

Listen, I know blogs are dying. I know I've unsuccessfully done this before and I know whoever manages to stumble over to this space of the Internet for adorable family moments was secretly hoping for a YouTube link. Spoiler alert: I have no idea how to use YouTube. In fact, I am quivering in my obsolete Birkenstocks knowing there is now an entire generation of youth gaining strength from steaming video; gathering power and stamina with every new subscription clicked (oh okay, I know a little about YouTube, I have a child and don’t live under a rock). 

My point is, here we are. A blog. A blog with pictures and words written out in long form because I am hopelessly stubborn and refuse to adapt. 

These words are a story of moments and memories and of everything squished between. This is a love letter to my hilarious son, to my hard-working husband, to motherhood, to somehow making-it-all-work, to the incredible foods we love, to the places we go, to the clicks of a camera, and to our home in the heart of Los Angeles because of course, every great tale needs an equally great setting. 

And along with not knowing how to use Youtube, and not caring to adapt, and being incredibly stubborn, and probably (most likely) being way too old for any of this, I also lack the writing skills needed to wrap up a post in a tidy manner. So here we are, the end of the first post on an out-of-date blog that I am super excited to explore. 

Until next time!

This photo was taken an hour or so after a major haircut. The look on Atticus' face speaks volumes as to how he was feeling. Do not worry however, he was back to himself moments later, in true child fashion.

This photo was taken an hour or so after a major haircut. The look on Atticus' face speaks volumes as to how he was feeling. Do not worry however, he was back to himself moments later, in true child fashion.