Rowan turned three last Friday. We celebrated with some sugary cake and party hats. There are only two pictures EVER with all three of us in them. This would be the second. Rowan looks about as unimpressed about the whole thing, as he did in the first one.
In no particular order, I love
*my son Rowan*
*my hubby and partner in crime, James*
*my leg humping pug, Lola Bean* my stinky breath pug Frank the Tank*
*the Atlantic Ocean*
*silliness and nonsense*
*a great quote*