no girls allowed

Littlest C's preschool. It doesn't have a name, but if it did..NO GIRLS ALLOWED would work just fine. Six little boys for an hour and a half. Today it was homemade fudgecicles and the letter N for nest, with lots of little boy antics in between.

documenting

a kitchen turned photo studio. i'm addicted. who's next?

hot chocolate and snowsuits. the retro suit in the middle has my vote.

and turning one. rainbow cake style.

me...a rockstar

My daughter...she's upstairs with her two best friends working on a dance number for the school talent show. In her mind, she's dance floor magic. Given the right song she can entertain a cafeteria full of elemenary school kids with very little effort. After all, she's got the moves she's acquried from her Just Dance Kids Wii game. She's got nothing to fear.

Me...I'm downstairs playing my guitar. In my mind, I'm a rockstar. Hand me my 1/4 size, closer to Fisher Price than Gibson, guitar and I can go unplugged with the best of them.

The truth...both of us may be a bit delusional.

The other truth...it doesn't matter.

9 year olds get this "other truth." 35 year olds can too.

Today I'm a rockstar. Tomorrow I'm a...

the doll house

I had a Holly Hobby doll house when I was a little girl. I had forgotten all about it, until I started looking at these pics.

Thanks to my nieces for an afternoon at the doll house. It was perfect.

the trimmings

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas.

cut down our own tree

let's...

let's run away if we dare.

make angels from snow.

let our noses grow cold.

see our breath in the air.

let's...

go cut down our own tree.

and call all our family.

and tell them that we're just fine.

put up some lights.

stay up all night.

it's Christmas time.

Sounds Like Snow, Be Still

had these lyrics running through my head the entire live long "tree hunt" day.

documenting

a bit of falling snow and the appearance of faux fur.

winter...we are ready for you.