Friday, January 26, 2007

the slouch cap club

shout out to Papa D:



Happy Birthday!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

let it snow x3

It snowed tonight in Tucson! We haven't had snow during the seven years we've lived here, and certainly not during Jack's lifetime (Cassie's, either). Some highlights:


No sense covering the plants tonight.


He had something of a tantrum because he couldn't catch snowflakes on his tongue.


Come to mama! Cassie uses The Force to pull a fluffy clump into her mouth. You should have seen her tearing up and down the yard, snapping her jaws in the air, trying to catch this wondrous white stuff drifting out of the sky.


Gathering.


The snow man. Before they put the head on, it reminded me of the Devil's Butte mashed potato sculpture in Close Encounters.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Martha Luten King, Jr. Day

a photomontage from the last couple of weeks to celebrate a day off of work in honor of MLK, Jr., whom Evan calls Martha Luten King, Jr.


Jack cuddling Kismet and Moxie on a cold winter vacation morning.


Jack's portrait of Cassie on the same morning.


Dave supervising the destruction of the pirate island from the I Dig Treasure playset, purchased at the Kid's Center inventory clearance on January 5 with Jack's Christmas money from Aunt Mona. Originally priced at $26, it's just a giant sand conglomerate hiding some pirate coins, a few flimsy treasure chests, some rubber creepy-crawlies, and a skull. But the boys sure got $13 of delight out of it. Well worth the clearance price!


January 4, 2007. Jack and Evan freezing at the northwest corner of the house so I could snap this picture of them with that gorgeous rainbow in the background. They went right back inside to continue Playmobiling. I admired the view a moment longer, then skedaddled back into the warmth too.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

potty art


"He farted a super poop."

Monday, January 01, 2007

New Year's Day through Jack's Eyes


Should auld acquaintance be forgot


And never brought to mind?


Should auld acquaintance be forgot


And days of auld lang syne?