My process

the raw disaster called potential

a panicked sister-call and a healthy dose of oat straw infusion and motherwort tincture led to organization

a deep sigh, "sweet order"

the happy crowd

Around here

A fancy Russian dinner with our dear friends, abounding in jokes and math facts.

So, Rob has helped the boys make cross-bows, because recurves are just so... weak!  G's dream is to shoot some game to cook up for Rob's birthday.  "Um..." says the vegetarian cook.

And just look at that writing!  His new favorite thing is to write in cursive when I'm not expecting it.  

Daddy-Daughter Ball

As usual, my dear daughter had a fabulous time with her papA at the annual Daddy-Daughter Ball.  I was happy to hear that they danced the night away!

Our musical education

A police car went sirening past our house the other day and dear Ty said, "Is that Rhapsody in Blue I hear?"

Sunday Family Dinner

Play-acting everyday!

He's a pet shop keeper.  He has very good deals and even ships internationally for free!

You know, (a photophobic) Barney Fife.

cowboy

"Prisoners at the Front" (by Winslow Homer)

Papa-wrastlers

Out of the mouths of my babes

"Just like a Kansas twister!" said Sophie, referring to God knows what.  (Maybe to Ty... the typhoon?)

"You're excommunicated!" said G.  "No, you're excommunicated!" retorted Ty.  (Ehem... history lessons.)

"Hark!  I hear somethin'."  -Ty

"Mother Nature is a sweet old girl."  -Sophie