This is all of us. We are loud, with no volume button. Weird, embracing our difference to a T. Threatening to throw people out the window on a daily basis. We blame everything on Chubbs and she’s starting to get a complex about it. I take way too many photos of the same moment in case one photo is actually different from the other 47. I love them all to pieces through the chaos and the cuteness. Usually with a matcha or margarita as my mommy fuel.