Blake and I took Nora to Creekside Park in hopes of letting her swing. Unfortunately, I forgot there are no swings at Creekside Park. We had a good time in the blinding sun anyway.

It turns out you can’t actually buy peaches at Peach Days, and you’ll have to change your daughter’s diaper on the ground by the row of trash cans, but at least Nora is cute. That makes a lot of things better, come to think of it.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with hanging out at Sarah’s apartment in your PJs.

There comes a time in every mother’s life when she must choose whether to put her child into a ridiculous situation purely for the sake of a funny picture. I’m proud to say I came down on the side of the huge blonde wig.

A secret treasure trove of papers! These must be taken out and examined immediately.

Sometimes I just get very thirsty. No, I mean for YOUR drink.