The kids all got in their beds. He said 'mine own bed.' Nope Toren. Stop being so adorable and get in bed with Mom.

The kitchen help

Worry not Chicago, you are protected

Bed head

Window writing

Lots of trouble to get into on this boat: flowers, flames and fights.

My dapper date on a boat

Showing Dad his artwork. He has titles every single one 'the monster and the emergency'.

I hate sauerkraut Toren. You know this. Stop flaunting it in my face. The smell alone...

Yet another date with mom in the never-ending quest to learn manners. Pour water in one cup. Pour back in the initial cup. Repeat. Many times. We could sit here for hours.

Nope. Don't decapitate the cat. We're in the midst of a move. We're planning a trip. The house is a mess. A decapitated cat is the last thing we need.

A few last contemplative moments at mom's work

3-2-1 blastoff! Taking the tree spaceship into outer space and alien hunting with Aunt Jess

Some days your artwork doesn't turn out as planned.

More manners training. Then yelling at strangers. Then crawling under the table. One day he will sit down and eat an entire meal. One day.

Almost too much excitement to control...almost

A lesson in manners turns into crawling around under the table...of course. But we got 15 good minutes out of him. We'll call it a win.

Toren brought long weekend naps back into our lives. The best.

This kid wants to fight you with this stick.

So at what point do I actually get to do work? And why is there an entire paper towel roll unraveled and wrapped around my monitor? Wait, are you eating my food? This just isn't working out. We need separate offices.

Bath crayons are endless fun. But at some point you have to actually get clean. Water. Soap. That kind of stuff.

Toren discovered Blue Planet on Netflix. He's in awe.

Packing. So much packing.

Some days the underpants go on last. He may grow out of this phase. He may not.

More Nalu. There can never be enough Nalu.