first birthday cake

hmmm ...

dad, are you trying this?

hi! i'm hopped up on sugar! hiiiiiiii! haha! hiiiiiii!

wait. uh-oh. wait a second. what is on my hands?

um ... guys? it's not coming off.

awesome.

william new born

1 year old

oops

I've been posting pictures from Christofer's computer this week, because that's where all my pictures from summer are stored ... and I found out that Christofer's color is way way off. like, waaaaaaaaaaaay off.
so, all the pictures I put up this week are dull and lifeless looking ... because I desaturated them! They were too bright! I thought, gees, I must have edited these in a previous life so everyone would look like clown-people! why would I do that? I don't know!
it seemed strange, but I went ahead anyway and desaturated, to make it all more normal.
MISTAKE.
so, sorry. that's why all those posts are gone. the pictures are no good. I'll see what I can do it fix it.
thanks.

flashbacks

It's snowing this morning, and the sight does not fill me with the usual joy.
Instead, I am wishing for summer, pining for it, dreaming of it with the sort of obsessive longing usually reserved for preteen love.
It's a first for me.
but Anyway, to point: I thought that, since I am tired, tired of winter, I could spend the week posting pictures from summer I never got around to posting before.
maybe it'll cheer us all up:

william walks

commonality

Every night at bedtime, Michael and I talk about the things we're grateful for, and then take turns saying prayers. In my prayer, I usually try to mention all the things we talked about; in his prayer, he usually tries to mention everything that passes through his mind, or, more accurately, his sight. It's very stream of consciousness, and usually involves thanking God for things like windows and the colour blue; you never know what he'll say next.

However, he always starts his prayers exactly the same way: "Heavenly Father, Thank you for food."

I used to think he said this because we say so many meal prayers a day, and he believed "thank you for food" was as essential as "Dear Heavenly Father"; but lately, considering the number of times we've discussed it and taking into account his comprehension and conversational skills, I'm starting to believe he's just really, really, really grateful for food.

and why not? food is good.

sometimes, it's just weird how much he thinks like me.

great-grandma snedaker

chloe

Kylie with her Mom, Grandma and Great-Grandma

at 6:15 Sunday Evening

someone should let that kid get some sleep, already.