Getting some laps in before bed.

Do you think she keeps putting food on her head because she loves baths?

One of those mornings.

Looking at some nature. (Okay, we’re next to a tennis court, but there’s a tree and a dog, so basically we’re in the forest.)

My outstanding pitching form as captured by @findmarlow.

Lunch date with a turtle.

I’ve been dreading this. She now knows the fridge opens.

A girl and her bannock.

Beakerheading.

He’s very wet.

Giant pillow vagina thing because Beakerhead.

He ate a Smurf.

Baller. (And my last hope of producing a lefty pitcher child.)

Summer hat.

Miss.

I scream.

Foodie.

Beach bums.

Baby’s first polenta.

We finally went up the damn thing.

Beach ladies.

Photo of a boy taking a photo of a door.

Yeah, he’s drunk.

Ladies.

Something something nymphéas.

Nothing to be done.

Show me the sign, man.

This is legal here. #fatheroftheyear

This guy.

This lady.

Espresso.

Son on the Seine.

Frenchie.

Bonjour.

Everybody poops.

Artist at work.

Content kid, this one.

We call him Nor2-D2.

So drinking cereal milk from the bowl is basically instinctive?