I think the most striking thing to me about this picture is how close to the same size their clothes look.

You wouldn't know it, but about six feet from where she was sleeping there was some serious football-watching happening. This one, she's a good sleeper.

You can come with us to the San Diego Brazil Day parade, baby girl, but I'm going to say you're still too young for Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

I'm kind of crap at street photography, but I liked this one I got at the Brazil Day celebration last weekend.

At some point in the future will come the last time I walk into a room and curse because I've just stepped on a hard plastic toy. This will be nice for my feet, but I think it will be less so for my heart.

I'm not sure I can think of a more mundane, cliched thing to take a picture of than a cloud, but here we are. Sometimes it's OK to just take a picture of something because it's pretty, even if there is no deeper message.

She actually has six teeth now, but I'm still not used to her having any. Come to it, I guess I'm still not completely used to having her at all. But this is how time plays tricks on us all. One day your daughter is being born, the next day she has six teeth. I'm sure tomorrow she'll have kids of her own.

Shorts and t-shirt because it was already warm by 9:00 AM. Watching TV because, well, it was morning. Jason almost certainly watches too much TV, and somehow the fact that he doesn't watch more than I did at his age feels like a thin justification. So it goes.

You would think that being engaged in working on a photo series about things left behind would make me a little more aware and less likely to forget to clean up, myself, but it doesn't seem to have worked out that way.

Somewhat tangentially (though relevant to the photograph, I suppose) we've been redecorating lately and have hung a number of canvases of my images in our living room and kitchen. I'm not quite sure how I feel about having my own work on my walls, but for the time being, anyway, I can't really afford anyone else's.

As much as my younger brother and I are friends now, the main memory I have of our interactions growing up is of us fighting. Often with words, sometimes with fists—occasionally, even in song. So when Juliette and I started talking about having a second child, I had a little apprehension about how Jason would deal with it.

But as it turns out, they really do seem to love each other so far. They have their squabbles, sure, but Jason is mostly caring and conscientious toward his sister. And as far as Eva goes, you can see from the picture that she adores her big brother.

That smile—the one she gives him when he plays with her—it wasn't something I was expecting, but it's one of the best things in my life.