through his eyes...

It's not even 10:00 and I am the last Howell standing (not already sleeping) tonight. Just enjoying the silence and admiring this little number my boy brought home.



It's our family tree. Joe made it at Escuelita, but didn't have any pictures of us so he improvised with magazine clippings. What do you think?



Pretty spot on, huh?

Sleep tight my dears.

olive juice, okay?

emily

p.s. a little Ben Kweller