Boys, keep away.

Every night I come home to a family. After nearly a decade of marriage and nearly five years being a parent, I’m still not entirely used to it. When it was just AJ and Jennifer waiting for me at home, I’d be greeted with a joyful, “Daddy’s home!” and a running jump from my ferret-on-crack son. Now, I still get that, but I also get the quieter (sometimes whinier!) love and greeting from my beautiful daughter, Elisabeth. (Jennifer took this picture, by the way. Click the thumbnail for a bigger shot.)

I don’t know what I’m going to do when boys start taking an interest in her.

Relocate to Montana.