Wish you were here: Wild baby, frenetic life

We're here, we're here!

Life CONTINUES to be wonderfully busy. We're deep in house-hunt mode, I've picked up several really satisfying and challenging design projects, and this kid is crawling on absolutely everything (that is her, up there, standing on the window sill behind the couch, where she spends approximately thirty-four percent of her day).

I mean, that makes it sound like butterflies are shooting out of my ass. This is all as difficult as it is rewarding. There are days that I'm overwhelmed, and miss the sanctity of that home we left in North Carolina a whole lot.

But this machine is moving in the right direction; I can feel it. And that is supremely satisfying.

I earned my first genuine ripped jean. I saw this coming for a couple of weeks—a spot in the fabric was thinning, and then a thread busted, and then many threads, and now it's a honest-to-god hole. I am ... proud? That's weird. I'm weird. I love my holy jeans.

Hahaha she's not telling me what to do. I caught her mid dance. She can be very serious about her dancing. 

I took this picture because TALL BABY. Do you see that she is to my hip??????????????

I am just going to end this on some more ????????????????????????? and !