The best part of moving is stumbling across old photos and funny old crap. Like this picture I found of Mina at about a year old. She is trying to hypnotize you with her gorgeous black eyes and her butternut squash goatee.
And this one of Maya at two years old already handling the rock like a toddling Dwayne Wade.
YEA! Look, I found the funny photobooth pictures of Mina that I thought I had lost. It had slipped behind my desk. How funny is this? She got to pick her own hairdo's including some blonde dreadlocked ponytails at the bottom there.
Then I found this: When I went to Paris this was one of my favorite souvenirs. You push the bottom and the Tour Eiffel gets all flaccid.
Then I found some of the photos I took in Paris. It seems I only took them of graffiti. The Arc de Triumph? The Mona Lisa? Naw -- how 'bout photos of some great doors with interesting spray paint to really capture a vacation? Here are only 2 of many, many.
Lavendar paint on centuries-old grey stone? Genius.