self-portrait saturday, vol. III/Happy Father's Day

I took the pictures in the last post for Christofer for Father's day--then, as an inside joke, I decided afterward it would be absolutely hilarious to give Christofer a picture of the the boys AND me for Father's Day.



absoultely hilarious! ha. Hahahaha. Ha. HA.



Let me ask you a question, internet: have you ever tried, by yourself, to get two boys to smile, two little boys to smile, while also wrestling them in place, while also smiling, while also taking the damn picture?



probably not.



because only an insane person would do that.



Anyway, this is the picture I'm going to give Christofer, and I chose it because, while some foolish foolish people will look at it and see me smiling and think, 'ahhh, happy!' most people I know will see this smile and recognize this face as the face I make on days when somone's crying and someone's yelling and something is missing and something is burning and the phone is ringing and when I finally answer it, the person asks me, "how's it going?" And then I MAKE THIS EXACT FACE and answer, "oh, AWESOME."


So you see? Happy Father's Day, Christofer. When you look at this picture, you'll know how much we all miss you.

brothers

did you notice?

I cut off all of Michael's hair, and it is breaking my heart.

After this, we are not going to talk about throw up for a long time. Unless one of my kids throws up. Again.

My mom mentioned yesterday that she read my blog.

"It was cute," she said. "But..."

"But?" I queried.

"You certainly use the word 'vomit' a lot."

wait, what? STOP THE PRESSES.

Now I'm not saying she's unobservant or anything, I'm not trying to be all mean, but honestly? hello, Mother, and Welcome to the LAST SIX MONTHS of my life.

painting

first baseball game

disneyland

these are a few months old, but I'm just now getting around to sorting through them.