Photos

Peter has begun exploring his artistic side, under the indulgence of his Gammy and her digital camera. His first photographic attempt yielded (literally) 128 photographs of the details of our home. We have selected the highlights for you.

The kitchen stove and tea kettle, very exciting items when combined as the kettle's squeal ignites equally shrill excitement out of the kids.

You don't often witness a bear cuddling mommy's shoes. This definitely merits documentation.

Um... the underside of our bed, obviously in need of cleaning. Humility, a side effect of Peter's new endeavor.

The Remote.

Our living room, from one of 38 different angles.

We have decided another blessing of his new hobby will be a detailed inventory of all household items, in the event of a disaster.

Finally, Peter encountered Joe joe. It seems he couldn't decide which angle favored Joe better.

Squirrel

Izzie Rue has always loved animals, and she delights in taking care of them. She found this puppy at the park while visiting my parents recently and was as much in love with it as the dog was with her (but don't worry, she didn't come home with the dog!).

She doesn't even seem to notice if the animal is alive or not, she is equally affectionate to them all!

As a result of this affection, we have been considering getting her a pet of her own in the future (the live version). That was, until our walk yesterday...

We had the good fortune of passing by a squirrel who had obviously lost a recent race across the street to a large automobile. Delicately, I answered Peter's curiosity about blood and missing limbs before pushing past the scene of the accident, thinking this a good introduction to one of the more difficult aspects of life.

It wasn't until half a block later, that I realized Isabelle's complete lack of progress in our walk was not due to her distracted nature, but because of big fat tears blurring her vision. After a little comforting, the best response I could get from her was, "but the squirrel, I'mmmm s..s..ssssad because of da squirrel..." followed by increased tears. Eventually we made it home, through dinner and down to bed, but not without being interrupted every fifteen or twenty minutes by, "oh, the squirrel!!!"

We have decided to seriously investigate the genetic history of any pet she receives, because it better live a really long time!

Silent Protest

Daniel has recently decided diaper changes are the worst form of punishment a young child could suffer. From restricted mobility, to being taunted by creams, wipes and cloth diapering gadgets, all of which he cannot touch, he is tormented by it all and currently exploring various means of rebelling. All the usual methods have been employed, and despite the screams, yells, throwing anything in reach and even alligator tears he has found little relief.




Yesterday, he brought a book with him for battle, and proceeded to read through the entire changing.

The book was C.S Lewis' A Grief Observed.

Our Little Lot

Daddy, pushing the wagon whose wheels are determined not to be pulled. The kids love this, except when Peter tries to help Isabelle and Daniel in and out of the wagon.



Peter and Isabelle were put in time-out... Daniel just thought it looked like something fun to do. He really destroyed the whole punishment aspect of that time-out session.

Now, when Daniel is really upset about something, he sits on the floor in the hallway and cries.

They also like to sit in a line to eat snack (I really don't enforce that!).