So, I have been neglecting my little space on the net. Or rather, not putting up pictures. I'm going to try to make this a better habit (how many times have you heard that from me?) Seriously, I'm going to do it (yeah right).
A serious pose from the summer. We visited the Winter Quarters Visitors Center (for the last time? *sniff*) and the kids were playing dress up in the pioneer boat section. We took a few pictures and then Mairyn and Eliza proposed that I take a picture of them like in the pioneer days. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Take a picture of us like we're sad. Like the pioneers were when they had their pictures taken." Ooo-kay. Here's the kid's "sad pioneer" picture.
Our Eliza swimming in September (dang, that's a good blog title, should have saved that one)
Jacqui's first french braids
Jacqueline at the commissary with her "purse". As we were leaving the house, she disappeared into her bedroom and emerged a few minutes later with the block bag and half a dozen blocks. I asked her, "What's that?" she said,"My purse!"
Grant's first day of school. This was the best we could get. He was jumping around like he had ants in his pants. Not that that's any different from a normal day, but when I'm trying to take a picture . . .
I love these two pictures. Funny and sad. Jacqui is now in a big girl bed. (no I don't have pictures of her in the new bed yet, soon my pet, soon) I love Grant and Mairyn in the first one below. Just candid! And then they all put on their smiling faces. Except for Jacqui, she was a little disturbed that her bed was now in pieces.
All 4 in front of the crib they all slept in (just not at the same time alhamdulallah)
**Side note**Grant will be mortified in 10 years, but for now, it's fair game. See the Spiderman shirt and shorts he's wearing? They are underoos. I got them for him with the idea of transitioning from whitey tightys to boxers by starting with boxer briefs. And what better way to convince Grant than with Spiderman. Well, he think's they're shorts, like shorts you wear over underwear. He won't put pants on over them (and why would you cover up spiderman, really) or wear other underwear with them. It's a national travesty when they are in the wash and is completely crushed when told that he cannot wear them out in public. He now accepts that it is not appropriate to wear your underoos to the store but he compromises by wearing them 24/7 at home.
