I'm postponing Addie's "W" picture until tomorrow so that it will coincide with the Presidential holiday. I have something, um, special planned for it. I totally just giggled as I typed that. Addie may or may not thank me in ten years when she looks back on the photo.
In lieu of the W photo, I bring you a smattering of other pictures that I've taken over the past few weeks. I'm really trying to keep up on my photo editing so that it'll make my life much much easier when I go to make the photobook. It's February though. Way too early to declare victory on that one.
Andrea sent us a Christmas package that didn't manage to make it to us until half-way through January. The Scottish post is evidently not super duper fast. (It's been four weeks since she mailed my birthday package, and it still hasn't arrived!) The Scottish post is also not entirely honest: the jellybeans my sister had packed were spirited away by...customs? hungry Scottish mailmen? someone with a sweet tooth and hadn't had lunch when the package crossed her desk? We shall never know.
Nevertheless, we had fun with the Christmas crackers. The crackers have three things in them:
A paper crown,
a toy of some kind (although the kid-safe crackers contained Winnie the Pooh pictures instead of toys, which my children felt was a bit of a rip off),
and a joke. I don't have a picture of the joke. Sorry.
Speaking of jokes, though, the girls pulled a funny one a few weeks ago.
We were over at my in-laws' house, and the girls ran down the hall to play. When they came back, they had pulled a switcheroo:
Jules wore Sydney's clothes (and glasses) and Sydney was wearing Jules clothes (and no glasses). I don't know what was funnier--the stunt they pulled or the fact that they were laughing hysterically at the stunt they pulled.
Speaking also of my birthday, it was a few weeks ago (the big three five), and at the party (which coincided nicely with Soup Night), I was trying to show everyone how Addie could roll over.
Despite my mom and I enthusiastically encouraging her, she wouldn't do it. She's no show pony, but she's so darn cute that it doesn't matter.
Last week was Spirit Week at Sydney's school, which meant they could opt out of wearing their uniforms if they participated in the day's theme.
Thursday was Decade Day.
Sydney has no idea what the word "hippie" even means, but she was very excited about the prospect of me straightening her hair. It was much more difficult to straighten her hair than I thought it would be. Sydney's comment: "I went 6 years of my life without having my hair straightened, and now I think I can wait another six years." That kid.
Though I rarely keep clothes that don't fit me anymore, for some reason I kept this dress. I wore it exactly one time: July 26, 1997.
I wore it as my going-away dress after my wedding. Yes, those are flowered tights (which I wore with my wedding dress). And, yes, I wore fuzzy blue slippers too. If you're going to have fun, you might as well go all out.
Anyway, when I washed the dress it shrank approximately three sizes, never to be worn by me again.
Since I started up teaching again, I feel like I'm always behind. Behind on laundry. Behind on grading papers. Behind on cleaning the house. Behind on blogging. I don't especially have spare minutes lying around to fritter away.
When I start working on photos in Photoshop, I forget about everything I have to do, and fritter fritter fritter.
Evidence of time frittered.
I love this picture. Aside from the charmingly modern red glasses, she reminds me of (1) a character out of a Charles Dickens novel or (2) a character out of a Civil War novel. Nevermind that those two things don't go together
I love the desaturation of this one.
Please, sir, can I have some more?
Oh, this war! It's wretched and miserable and they say the Battle of Gettysburg was terrible. *weep*