Week 26: Annie and Eric

Took some lovely engagement pictures for a lovely couple tonight! Congrats to Annie and Eric, and here's a little sneak peek!

Week 25: Ah, Youth

My husband is off to be a leader for a youth camping trip this week and I loved the juxtaposition of our fridge pre- and post- the camping trip prep. We look like paupers. (Though I doubt many paupers have the watermelon...)

Week 24: Inside Looking Out

Yay for the stomach flu! :( No, not really, of course. Unfortunately, Week 24 was heinously full of laundry and fevers for us, and so I didn't actually think to take any pictures. Fortunately, my five-year-old has got my back. She actually took this shot through the blinds of the front window, and I felt it was a good sum-up of our quarantined state last week.

Week 23: Coloring

I love to color. Seriously. One of the things that kept me sane all through high school and college was whipping out the ol' Prismacolors and doing some SERIOUS doodling on my notes. Maybe I'll share some someday. Tonight, though, after the other little guys were off to bed (and Daddy was off to a meeting), La Princesa and I colored some paper dolls together. Now, the real question is how to duplicate that gorgeous hair of hers via Prismacolor...

Week 22b: Bruised and Broken

Just glad we've survived this week. (So far. Oi.)

Isabel's scraped knee.

Asher's bruised cheek. (You should hear the story about this one. It involves a clever older cousin and "gobblers" that will get you if you cry. Classic.)

Some of the bruises left over as my sprained ankle heals...

Crowning achievement: Abram falling on a stick in the yard. O.O (That was approximately what my face looked like when I first saw the poor little guy.) He *thankfully* did not poke his eye out OR need stitches. *Count your blessings, name them one by one...* And, sadly, that OTHER scratch on his cheek was from something ELSE this week. *sigh*

Week 22: "Seasonal" Visitors

First off, we have the UGLIEST bush in our front yard. It was once probably a well-behaved miniature Alberta Spruce, perfectly conical and nicely trimmed. Now it's overgrown to the nth degree and in places it has started to genetically revert to its larger (and less-containable) form, leaving large unsightly gaps. Now. I would like nothing more than to be rid of this monstrosity, but for the fact that every year we have these GORGEOUSLY colorful birds visit. And they LOVE that ugly bush! The Western Tanager looks like something straight out of the tropics; which is a pretty rare thing here in the Rocky Mountains. I look forward to their visit every year. (And, in case you are wondering, a group of Western Tanagers is apparently called a "season". Hence, the clever play on words for the title. Yuck, yuck.)

I apologize for the low photo-quality... this was taken through our very dirty window. :? At least it gives you a small impression of the beautiful color!