Hey Beaver followers.

For years now, the Lasters have been visiting us when they have a show in town, and it’s always a major treat.

Well, they might not be coming around for a while.  Mike has come down with terrible seizures and has tumors on his brain.

We’re not really sure what to do, but in the meantime, they can’t make money, and need a bit of help.


Father’s Day in the Beaver house means that every meal contains bacon and that everyone participates in a livingroom jam session at some point.

Happy Day to all you hard-working Daddy’s in the world.

I’m so happy that the father to my children is a great provider and best friend.

Today, Daddy and I recorded a session at StoryCorps at the Atlanta History Center. Pretty amazing day.

The SWEETEST Valentine a girl could ever ask for.

“I love you. And I love Daddy. And I love Zan and Jonah. And Grandma and Poppy. And Grandpa. And Uncle Jeremy.”

Guess who is SUPER stoked about his first day at preschooooool?

I had to run back in to give him his blanket, and he was all, “what are YOU still doing here?” Teenager much?

Told me that I should put my make-up a little further away from little hands.

“Do I look pretty Mommy? ┬áDo you want a kiss?”

Back in the fall we were going to the playground quite a bit.

Simpson Middle School’s band concert rocked our socks last night.


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