It wasn’t exactly a surprise. Although I’d never seen it happen before, we’d known he’d done it recently at a friend’s house. Still, I was only able to stifle my response due to near superhuman control of my airways and vocal cords. I felt my diaphragm spasm, putting a fair bit of pressure on my lips and nose, but I’m proud of the fact I have a little self…
This one’s another entry that sat unfinished for a while. I’m not sure why I admit to these things.
I’ve said it before, but I can’t say often enough: I’m really proud of my daughter. She has a beautiful mind; but as sometimes happens, hers comes with a few quirks. Throw in a few genetic bumps and you’ll see a road to academic success that hasn’t always…
Once again, these pictures suffer a bit from being printed and re-scanned (gotta work out an arrangement to get the source files home from school)… not to mention my poor Photoshop skills.
Still, we think they’re pretty cool.
Beth’s caption reads:
Sunshine
It shines beautifully through the tree
It’s really peaceful for you and me
Beth’s caption reads:
The tree…
Beth’s been on me to post this for a while, but I was having trouble with a WordPress plugin for embedding QuickTime video. I could have gone the YouTube route, but that’s not nearly as fun as capturing the video from the DVR myself (nor as legally gray).
I never get tired of watching manned mission launches. I’ve never seen one live up close, but night launches are stunning even…
Beth’s been going to an after school science program for the last few weeks, and she’s been having a blast. We’ve had some great after school discussions about things like weather patterns and ecological systems. Cheryl had a different kind of experience this week though, when she discovered a disturbing bag of goo on the counter.
“Ugh, what’s this?” She asked.
I was bouncing around the internet this evening and I came across a blog post discussing the problems with their child’s school. It reminded me of the trouble we had a couple years ago with Beth. (It’s two years later Beth still talks about that teacher every now and again.)
The purpose of this entry is to share with you (yet again) how proud I am of my daughter, and how grateful I am…
I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to say it again anyway. I love to see my kids playing together. One of our big worries when Adam was born (besides how we were going to pay the bills), was that seven years would prove to be too big a difference for Beth and Adam to be really close.
Thus far, it seems those worries were unfounded.
These last couple weeks have been really…