Who needs action figures when you have a nativity set? The boys played with the statues for quite a while this afternoon, and I lost track of all their antics. I do know they started by playing Earthquake (lined the figures up and knocked them down like dominoes), and I’m pretty sure I heard “Baby Jesus” and “Starfighter” in the same sentence.
DPP pics from past years: 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012
This morning the boys decided they wanted to dress Clara. With a lot of teamwork and supervision (but no actual hands-on help), they got their very patient sister dressed. As Jason would say, #parentingachievementunlocked.
DPP pics from past years: 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012
Yesterday I took eighty-some pictures at my extended family’s Christmas celebration. One of them was significant in that it became number 365 of 365. Starting with last year’s December Photo Project, I snapped a photo every day for a year, and I didn’t miss a one. Yay! Today marks the beginning of 2013’s DPP, and I’ll participate for something like the eighth year in a row. Stay tuned for DPP goodness coming up in the next post!
December 1 seems like a good time to think about what I want to do blog-wise. December is easy — a photo a day. I don’t have it all worked out yet, but my thoughts are the usual suspects: write more, post more.
On a beautiful late September day, Simon was out of school for the day (I forget the occasion), and my friend Maralee wondered if we would like to join her and her kiddos for a hike at Pioneers Park. Of course we would! What could be better? The kids (so many all together!) threw rocks (hopefully not at the geese), raced, braved the wibbly, wobbly shake-shake bridge (bonus points for knowing the reference), played pirates, and had who knows what other adventures (seriously, don’t the babies look like they are plotting something?) while Maralee and I enjoyed the warm-ish day and were grateful for adult conversation. (I do notice now that Clara not only has no shoes but also has only one sock. I didn’t then. Mother of the year, folks; get to nominating me.)