Garrettism

GARRETT: Yea! Yea! The Brain told me that!

WESTON: The Brain?

GARRETT: You know, the guy in your head!

Not so Tiny Dancer

What happens with my camera is just like what happens in the mirror . . . what's in my head looks amazing. Thanks parents, for the excellent self-esteem. Even if it deludes me from time to time . . .

Puzzle

Ever since we did this shoot, Lydia wants me to take pictures every time she completes a puzzle, which is usually twice or more daily . . .

Cub Scouts

Caden gets his WeBeLoS:


Weston [finally] gets his Bobcat (he earned it months ago, but here we are):

I didn't take time to crop.

Valentines

I don't know if I have ever done something with my kids before church besides get ready for church and read scriptures . . . this was a full week before Valentines, mind you! Weird.

So my editor just called. Apparently you would have to be a mind-reader to follow my blog, which explains why I have so few followers. The Garrett and the Weston made Valentines. This is a picture of that process. We went simple (rectangles), fast (computer-generated), and cheap (leftover Christmas kisses). I know, I know, the point of school valentines is to practice our writing skills. I rationalized out of that one this year. Simplify.

I thought

that if I could not easily post pictures any more I would start just blogging the things Garrett says. He is awesome. Yesterday's tidbit was:

"I've got to get one of those red Ferrari"s!"

But then I came to the library and whatever was wrong was fixed so maybe I have time to catch up a bit . . . .

Bedtime Stories

I fed Garrett and Lydia lunch on plates in front of the TV (usually a treat reserved for illness and injury) so that I could get my taxes done. My taxes were all over the kitchen table and I wasn't taking any chances. They politely asked for more of the same after about fifteen minutes (yea! they liked my food).

Another ten minutes went by and I heard Garrett yell:

"Room Service!"

I ignored him.