midnight mothers day

My kids know many things. One thing is that I am vehemently opposed to purchasing commercial greeting cards, when avoidable. Especially for kids. Another thing they know is that there is no sense whatsoever in presenting me with a Mothers Day cake when I wake up, when they can bring it to me at 12:01am. They are geniuses.

This was my cake. (The frosting was actually purple, not grey, fyi.):


Suck it Hallmark:


If I had a nickel for every time Reilly gushed such sentiments, I'd have a buck. I love this:


I never thought I'd love anything more than cake, especially since I hate Salad Fingers more than life itself and will never forgive my kids for showing it to me, but I laughed for 30 minutes. I didn't even see the pouch with $5.00 "for coffee" because I was cry-laughing at Quinn's horrible, perfect, thready, agonizing, shaky Salad letters. He mimics this so well I sometimes kiss him and sometimes ground him.


Love you guys the most. Thank you. xoxo

the verdict is in

It was more of a bench trial, as I settled on this 13 years ago, but it is with great pride and excitement that I finally get to announce that we have decided to go with:

make mine a double

Remaining photography by Reilly (who has NOT put it down):




Already mastering the settings:




I think her camera is better than the new one we just bought:


Franklin comes to McGrath's:








You will always be my baby Baby. xoxo

jared alexander van antwerpen

It's a lot to say, but so totally worth it. Check out this splendid little chap, and with first-time Papa, Maurice:


You make perfect babies Mesina, I am in love all over again. Getting you pregnant was one of the best things I did last summer!

spring forward ... don't fall off

What's been pleasin' this season:

ANOTHER Comicon in Seattle last week, featuring His Highness, The Master Chief (Halo), having a chat with Quinn and Reilly.



Quinn getting the camcorder ready to capture so much geekery:


Reilly and Caitlyn, en route:


Reilly Knievel, settling for the back of Chris' chopper, lol:


Oh by the way, mama say, "holy fucking shit, YIKES!!!":


Wait, what happened to stuffed animals? Why can't you be at the library with Quinn, renewing Roots omg omg omg?




Can't wait to behold more spring things...and maybe put Reilly back in a car seat.

designer genes

Reilly did this last night while I ran out to get food:

...and she swears art class is for naught. You go my little artisan

for my young lad and wee lassie

I wore the shirt today:

British Isles here we come! I ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ you guys. Happy Patrick's Day.

when for art thou?

Come join my mama, brother Chris, both of whom were asked to participate, as well as a variety of local talent, and a gaggle of awestruck supporters for the Dana Marie Art Gallery Opening in Corvallis on Saturday, March 27th.

Last month, my mom's surgeon insisted on commissioning her to do the art work in her office, and then discovered Mom's as gifted in caricature art as she is in watercolour and Mom is now illustrating Dr. K's children books. She didn't pass the art gene onto me (selfish), but she gave it to Chris, and he is thriving as well.

Her painting is upper right, and his is bottom right, and I can't draw a stick figure.

when sharpies happen to good people: