Fire Station

Every little boy's dream...a fire chief uncle=lots of trips to the station. He's nearly ready to join the department by this time. So, if anyone is wondering, I never exactly meant for this to be a showcase for my babies, originally this blog was going to be kind of a temporary web site...and yeah, you can see samples of my work here and there, and hiding under May Posts, I believe....but the out-of-control cuteness of little people is hard to argue. I'm not complaining. They ended up being my very best work. (Just in case you were about to offer me a spot, National Geographic, [HA!] I'm taken.) And that's just the way it is.

101 (or a couple, at least) uses for a blanket

Past

There is only so much you can blame on the 70's....the rest you can probably blame on your father's handlebar moustach.

Or side-burns.

Mom
& Dad Just thought I'd scan some old photos before they fade more.

Whoops, this one went on twice...how the heck do you delete?!


Me

Still Life (With Children)

Good Morning

I didn't used to be a morning person or an early riser at all, for that matter...now I have no choice. Up and at 'em! Listening to rambling, made-up songs from under the table while I make breakfast, keeping the dog from stealing the toast, seeing chubby cheeks smile, rapid-fire questions that I have no idea how to answer. Strange smells..."Is something burning?" The maze of block towers in the dining room that grows more elaborate by day (woe to anyone who topples them). "Where are your socks?" Dimples on the backs of little fingers, the race to get the potty-seat on in time, "Where are MY socks?" Drool spots on all of my clothing, jelly somehow in everyone's hair, "Is there a single pair of matching socks in this house?", six inch sqirt of toothpaste on the bathroom floor (when did that happen?). Blue eyes, brown eyes, sleepy eyes, a cuddly, warm, precious, hectic mess that is the start of my day. Some days I just want to cry (sometimes I do), but today I wish time could stand still.

Thanksgiving

The three cousins...a carhartt ad?

First Snow

It's seven AM.




















Someone can't wait.






















When I was little, there was always something so exciting and magical about the first snowfall of the year. I'd forgotten about that until now.

Ha'd Cida'

Bull in the china shop? Here's an idea...let a three year old with a big stick loose in the wine cellar.

The Boys

Thing One and Thing Two

Brothers

3:00 AM