Side note…This is a picture of Doug and Eva, not me. I don’t call him “Daddy.”
When the world outside is crumbling, it’s always safe in Daddy’s arms.
12 Twelve
Eva, the catnip pusher
Damnation…all I needed was a K.
The ultimate frustration: When your 12-year-old throws her hands up in the air amidst a battle of the crosswords, announces, “I suck at Scrabble,” and leaves the game unfinished.
Nachos!
As part of her 12th birthday celebration, Eva and bff Wendy made their favorite food group.
