Flowerrow

Sparrow is relieved to find a specimen as delicate and froofy as her effeminate self.


With a wink and a belch Sparrow summons other dainty flowers around her.


At first Sparrow is overwhelmed by the magnitude of response.


After a moment of adjustment Sparrow is contented to know so many blossoms will benefit as her exquisite nature rubs off upon them.

Sparhow to

On the happy birthing day Stephanie teaches Sparrow how to hold her bouquet with a twinkle in her eye. Sparrow is frustrated by the endeavor.


Iris imparts Sparrow with the secret of how to smile. Sparrow's mouth just doesn't quite cooperate.


Grandmama Katie encourages crawling. Sparrow furrows her brow in disbelief.


Sequoia demonstrates the finer points of hanging out with sisters. Sparrow is finally at ease.

Halloweequoia

In the spirit of mischief Sequoia and Heath formulate cold and dastardly plans around frigid surplus soda



Sequoia succombs to the vampire Mav's wicked charms and dumbfoundedly relinquishes the chest of icey delights



Unsatisfied with a simple grin, Sequoia dances a quick bugaloo dropkick combo for the camera


Flowerquoia becomes dangerously entangled by Spidersteph's gargantuan web o silken gooeyness


Sequoia spreads a bit of hallow joy to her elders.

Petalquoia

Awestruck by the elegance of a dew crusted rose Sequoia harnesses all of her toddler's awkward grace, reaches forth her perfect hand to embrace the petal's glistening beauty, and swiftly crams it into her evergaping maw.

skunkquoia

The Skunkquoia is a wiley creature of the forest who's overpowering odor is matched only by the mischief in her smirk.



The pungent Skunkquoia leaps into action capturing any poor soul who should wander her way. The disraught chubby fellow is no match for Skunkquoia's grapple action.



Later, when Skunkquoia's scent incapacitates the poor, plastic dude, Skunkquoia helpfully administers mouth to mouth resuscitation.



You can call Skunkquoia flower if you want to.

Flower Child Sequoia

Hippy chick Sequoia rests in the cutting garden grasping tightly at the fleeting potential of an unbloomed bulb while meditating on the transient nature of beauty and the inherent absurdity of run-on sentences.

Obligatory Valentines Day Post

Happy Valentines Day every body!



Intellectually and physically Sequoia reaches out attempting to grasp a fundamental truth.



Abandoning unanswerable existential inquiries Sequoia's thoughts stop to spend a night at the Roxbury.



Too true, little one. Too true.

Sequoia and the Fake Flower Fest

Continuing her uber girly frilly photo fest Sequoia confidently nestles herself in a sea of "flowers" and practices her parade wave quietly chanting "elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist"



Sequoias eyes blast open in shock and dismay as she inadvertently glimpses how expensive fake flowers can be.



Stephanie squeezes in one last easy smile before the gangly pimple faced craft store clerk awkwardly asks us to either purchase something or leave.