Christmas morning

Kylie and Chloe

merry christmas

christmas tree pt. 3

sanding the table with Dad

the boys, the boys

caught in the act

"oh, No, no! we were just moving--because wasn't it you who said just yesterday that you didn't want us playing with the phone jack. No, no! Don't move! We'll do it ourselves!"

there are maybe five of you who know what I'm talking about.

finally, some William

some help, here

Michael has started waking up two or three times in the middle of the night and coming into our room to get us.

it's exhausting.

it's mind-numbing.

it's a good reason to never ever have any more children.

Last night, by the second time I escorted him back to bed, I was too tired to do anything but fall in beside him and doze a little while he fell back asleep.

At least, I assume that's what I was doing. I don't really remember much, except thinking as I walked back to my bed some time later, "I need to write a reminder or I'm going to forget to look these things up in the morning."

So I paused by the computer desk, scribbled something on some paper, and then I assume I made it safely back to my bedroom because the next thing I remember is wanting to hide under my pillow when Michael came back.

And now I'd like to share with you what I needed to know so urgently, so frantically, so intensely, I actually paused on my way to sleep to write it down:


1. the Bolsheviks and (something something, completely illegible)
2. blind guy, Clarissa
3. get the (something) measure
4. Paula Poundstone


... I have no idea.

some more Michael

reading by the window, Wednesday morning

portraits of Michael, yesterday morning

this morning by Michael's window

cousins

Michael Found the Chocolate and Went to Time-Out

query

The hardest part of shooting in raw is that I just don't trust my own judgment.
Which do you like better?

Christmas Tree

christmas tree pt. 2

I Have A Cold

me: that was a good movie. although it was probably better on the big screen.

(pause)

Chris: you have a man voice.

me: no, no. It's a sexy phlegm voice. duh.

Chris: Not really. It's mostly a man voice.

me: it's so weird. it keeps going in and out, so when I open my mouth I have no idea what's going to come out. It's always this crazy surprise.

Chris: ... how's that different from normal then?

me: right. well. yes. fine. except less with the words and more with my actual voice.

Chris: right.

me: jerk.

Katie, Nate, and Sofia