Though Chris prefers to call wine "parenting juice".
This is how a certain rotten little terrier rode in the car today. Maybe he was attracted by the Cheerio crumbs or perhaps he liked the different perspective. I tend to think that he considered all possible car-riding options and choose the one with the darkest upholstery on which to shed. Jerk.
P.S. I promise I don't make it a habit of snapping pics while driving. This was a looong light made even longer by construction. Buckle up, kids! Don't text and drive! Practice defensive parallel parking in case of a zombie apocalypse, etc. etc.
Lately I find myself stepping away from the computer (and even my camera. Gasp!) more and more and just trying to savor summer a bit. Including yesterday, when the Peanut and I visited a local airport and aviation museum. He is currently OBSESSED with "airpanes", so it seemed like good timing.
Behold the cuteness found in the kids dress up bin (and I'm assuming that these things are sanitized and steam cleaned after each use, right? Riiiight. Pink eye party town!):
The Peanut truly enjoyed himself, although I later learned that I can avoid museum admission and just park near the tarmac to keep the kid entertained.
Would have been nice to capture some of these moments with my big boy camera, but there really is something to be said for traveling light.