My Powershot seems to be reaching the end of its natural life expectancy (3 years), so I'm stuck in this sort of No Man's Land between the planned obsolescence of my point & shoot and the promised superiority of the new iPhone. In this month's entry in the "First World Problems" contest, it appears I will spend the months remaining on my phone contract picking the lesser evil: intermittently functioning auto-focus vs. annoying iPhone shutter-delay vs. heavy & bulky EOS that does not fit in the diaper bag. So, here are collection are random shots from my various cameras, in no particular order. I went back to full time mid-February and have yet to get the hang of it.
The first hat Brennan has voluntarily worn since he was an infant. He got it at school and was in love with it for several weeks. I have no idea where it is now. (see above, re: going back to full time)
Lucie enjoys the neighborhood sushi restaurant just as much as her brother, but is somewhat less successful with her chopsticks.
Brennan's school friend Zoe invites us over to play some afternoons. Zoe's place has room for a 4 to 6 kid bouncy house as well as a pink piano, so it's treat for everyone - although Brennan's mommy and Zoe's mommy occasionally find it difficult to hear each other over the roar of the air blower.
Brennan's last nap was roughly September of 2011, so I couldn't resist taking this picture when he passed out after our return flight from Florida.
There. That's more like it. Stuck inside, fussing endlessly over trains.
Lu's hair has reached a difficult stage, kind of a baby mullet with bangs full of food or whatever else she rubs all over her face, and rubbed to a brillo-like consistency in the back whenever she pitches a fit in bed. She also shares her brother's opinion on anything that goes on the head - hats, barrettes, etc, are yanked off ASAP. So I've been experimenting with pigtails. Which she also hates, but has a harder time removing.
Bren's teacher commented this week on how much more he's been talking lately. I really enjoy the way he employs the vocabulary he has for the words he doesn't know yet. For example, he describes Sutro Tower, the 3-pronged transmission tower so giant that I've used as a navigation landmark for the past 6 years, as "the Eiffel Tower Robot". He also does not like it when I pull my hair back in a ponytail, and orders me to "take off that hat, I don't like that hat."
He's also getting the hang of "make believe" games, especially with his trains. The current favorite goes along the lines of, "Oh no, Mr. Potato blew the bridge! Emily's going to go off the rails! Woody's going to ply the brakes! It's not working! Here comes Buzz Lightyear!" While he has lifted the plot straight from the opening sequence of Toy Story 3, he does come up with his own ending, where Buzz fails to save the day and the train crashes. And here he is talking to Mommy on the Bananaphone - I'm on the other side of the table, listening to an apple:
Lucie loves climbing up - stairs, bleachers, planters, drawers, etc. - but isn't too keen on coming down again. I've seen her stand and grunt for help at the edge of a 4 inch curb. So imagine our surprise when she employed the "turn and scoot" bed-exit technique here on the big twisty slide.
Brennan's last nap was roughly September of 2011, so I couldn't resist taking this picture when he passed out after our return flight from Florida.
While I claim that it's rained all spring, these photos from the Discovery Museum seem to contradict that claim. Brennan appears to be wearing shorts. Why do I barely remember this day? Maybe because it ruins my ability to moan about the weather?
There. That's more like it. Stuck inside, fussing endlessly over trains.
Lu's hair has reached a difficult stage, kind of a baby mullet with bangs full of food or whatever else she rubs all over her face, and rubbed to a brillo-like consistency in the back whenever she pitches a fit in bed. She also shares her brother's opinion on anything that goes on the head - hats, barrettes, etc, are yanked off ASAP. So I've been experimenting with pigtails. Which she also hates, but has a harder time removing.
Bren's teacher commented this week on how much more he's been talking lately. I really enjoy the way he employs the vocabulary he has for the words he doesn't know yet. For example, he describes Sutro Tower, the 3-pronged transmission tower so giant that I've used as a navigation landmark for the past 6 years, as "the Eiffel Tower Robot". He also does not like it when I pull my hair back in a ponytail, and orders me to "take off that hat, I don't like that hat."
He's also getting the hang of "make believe" games, especially with his trains. The current favorite goes along the lines of, "Oh no, Mr. Potato blew the bridge! Emily's going to go off the rails! Woody's going to ply the brakes! It's not working! Here comes Buzz Lightyear!" While he has lifted the plot straight from the opening sequence of Toy Story 3, he does come up with his own ending, where Buzz fails to save the day and the train crashes. And here he is talking to Mommy on the Bananaphone - I'm on the other side of the table, listening to an apple:
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