Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween!

Are you wondering how our Halloween went?
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Pumpkin seeds were baked and eaten....

Jack 'o Lanterns were carved...
Jengo Fet and Bobo Fet "shared" a baby (they both wanted to hold her, so I said one could hold her and the other one read to her)

Costumes were worn...
(He is a clone who can't find his helmet)

Han Solo made an appearance...


Another holiday was successfully executed!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Game Face

I see this face every single day. This is Sam's game face.
The game, of course, is chess.
The following is an actual transcript of...well, every single day.
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Sam: Can we play chess now, Mom? I'm all done with my school work.
Me: Uhhhhh...
Sam: You promised!
Me: Okay, but just so you know, I am going to win! You're going down!
Sam: [Game Face]

Then, as often as not, he proceeds to beat me at chess.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Unquiet

Danielle hardly ever cries, but that doesn't mean she's quiet.

Warning, there are about 10 seconds of fussiness. Don't let them deter you.

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She loves to make these sounds when I take her shopping. Then people throughout the whole store think that Mariah Carey is somewhere close by...and being jabbed with a red-hot poker.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Talented...

Adam is talented. He is a lego master.
He makes very complicated "creations." They are always perfectly symmentrical.

He explains the function of each of the parts: shooters, jets, and machinery nonsense words like "the motranator." He looks at me as if I have a very tiny brain.


He has been making these humongous things since he was very little. He was three when he made this one. Symmetrical...and bigger than him. Just the way a battleship should be.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Trouble

I am in trouble. I have received threatening calls, guilts trips, bad karma, and severe looks...
All because it took me so long to post this:

...so cute in pink and brown...

and this:

Danielle was blessed in this vintage blessing dress that was hand-stitched by Bubby (maternal grandmother). I wanted to do a big photo shoot with her in it, but her little arms were so deliciously plump that the dress almost didn't fit. I had to take it off right after the blessing because I thought it might cut off the circulation to her hands.

More atoning to follow. I am much too tired to fight the computer just now by adding new images, which violates some intergalactic cyber code...apparently.