The artist calls it how she sees it

While I am VERY flattered by my husband's sweet Valentine's slide show, here is something I am not so flattered by. My five year old daughter presented me with this picture today. She said: "Hey mom, I drew a picture of what you look like when you get out of bed in the morning. Want to see it?" For the first time in her drawing history, I knew I did NOT want to see my daughter's drawing. But of course she showed me, and now I am showing you. There is no rebuttal to the plain hard truth. The artist calls it how she sees it.

Be Mine

I know I don't always comment and I have not always been as into this blog thing as you, but I thought of all days this might be the day to share a few thoughts. Enjoy.



Love,
B

I love cameras

This is not a one time thing. This is how my child sleeps. For months our son has been pulling the blanket over his face to sleep and what cracks us up is the consistency of it. I often go in to check on him sleeping just to see if he's done it again, and he always has. Whatever it takes, I guess.

80's day at the kids' school. The kids thought it was great, but the real fun was had by the parents who planned their outfits...true children of the 80's!


Cairo's hair got a little long and I had a little too much fun with it. It is cut now, for anyone who worries that I am demoralizing my children. (He liked it, by the way--only resisting the rubber bands until I showed him what I was doing in the mirror. Suddenly he became very patient with me and was fascinated and pleased with his new do.)


Here is the evidence of the mouse who has apparently been sneaking around our garage stealing old Halloween candy. He must surely be fat and happy after all this!


Staten and three little buddies are in a golf class together. Something about this picture just cracks me up. You could flash forward several decades to this scene and it wouldn't look much different, I think. Just taller boys (men) and longer golf clubs.


We've seen several rainbows in the past while. This one was a double although its hard to tell in the picture. We like to drive around in the car hunting for the end of the rainbow in search of that allusive pot of gold. Our consolation for not finding the gold is the newly instituted "rainbow celebration" which we now get to have in our family upon spotting a rainbow. (My husband will attest to the fact I'll use ANY excuse to celebrate and I am good at coming up with reasons.)