Speaking of freeways...

Bahaha, I'm sitting here at 2 a.m. putting Kyra back to sleep. Outside I can hear my friendly neighborhood cop trying to pull someone over on the freeway. I hear him once every other month or so, in the middle of the night, trying to give instructions to someone who is obviously a deer in the headlights. He is thoughtful and doesn't use his sirens - just his lights and his loud speaker. He gets frustrated sometimes. I appreciate the late night public verbal lashing - everything seems silly at 2 in the morning.

"Pull over and exit Harvey.
Exit Harvey.
Harvey...
HARVEY...
EXIT H-A-R-V-E-Y!
What the...
What did I tell you?
That's it, pull off the freeway,
I told you to exit HARVEY!"

Something I'll actually miss

if we move - the view of the freeway out the back windows.

Easter dress

Jack all dressed up

Easter tower