The Raccoon.

It occurred to me this afternoon that living with Julia is like having a wild raccoon loose in the house. Trash gets tipped over and rummaged through, drawers and tabletops get cleared of their contents and strewn about the floor, and all scraps of food get devoured.

Wesley & Julia's Dishwasher.

This is pretty much what our dishwasher looks like daily.

First Day of Preschool.

Dog Name.

The subject of having a pet dog comes up more and more frequently in conversations with Wesley nowadays. Recently I was sitting with him chatting about the subject when I asked him what he would name his dog. "Dan."

P.S. Wesley's mother immediately put the kibosh on this name.

Santa's Pizzeria.

Shannon and I have begun deflecting Wesley's requests for toys onto Santa, telling Wesley that perhaps he should wait and ask for these things for Christmas. The other day we told him that Santa was busy in his workshop making toys. "No, he's not making toys," Wesley announced. "He's making pizza."

Cucaracha.