Sometimes when I am feeling stressed out, I cope by posting pictures of my children. Like this. Oh, and especially this. (Twenty-five pictures of a Thursday afternoon?! My stress level must have been through the roof!!)
Today I am posting 8 pictures. I must be only moderately stressed out.
These are all from Sunday afternoon. (I think spring may have really arrived.)
Mary is a busy girl. It can be tough to catch her in action with the camera:
Oh, and, yes, she's wearing only her tights. Mary doesn't really like dresses and skirts. She usually insists that her dress come off the moment we walk in the door from church.Here she is experimenting with gravity using the giant orange dump truck:
Forget handmade carpets. I think that giant orange dump truck is the best (or WORST) thing we brought back from Turkey. (Thank you, weird crappy overpriced ToysRUs at the mall in Adana.)
This is David's boo-boo. Can't see it? It's smack dab in the middle of his hand--and tiny. Quite the wound there. The best part about boo-boos is that David pronounces it "bew-bew." David insisted that I take a picture of his "bew-bew":
Forget handmade carpets. I think that giant orange dump truck is the best (or WORST) thing we brought back from Turkey. (Thank you, weird crappy overpriced ToysRUs at the mall in Adana.)
This is David's boo-boo. Can't see it? It's smack dab in the middle of his hand--and tiny. Quite the wound there. The best part about boo-boos is that David pronounces it "bew-bew." David insisted that I take a picture of his "bew-bew":
Actually, I only agreed to take a picture of his "bew-bew" if he would smile for the camera once for me:
Classic pout:
And, finally, here is an anonymous message someone at our pi(e) party left:
(I agree with whomever wrote this.)
And, finally, here is an anonymous message someone at our pi(e) party left:
(I agree with whomever wrote this.)I wonder: How many pictures will I post tomorrow? (Just kidding.)
