Daddy, Come See. Now.

I got home a little later than usual tonight, and that meant that Jenn and Aspen were on their way out the door, and Lindy and Oakley were already done eating. In the 10 minutes I sat there eating dinner, Lindy asked me to come see her do something no fewer than 15 times.

In the end, I relented, but I grabbed the camera first. I mean, if your 3 year old daughter is going to jump down the slide, you might as well catch in on film, right?

Skinned knees, airborne slide descents, rope swing adventures… they’re all great. But what better way is there to show your softer side than a poodle, uh, halter dress… with a veil?