For the first time in our entire marriage, I brought the kids to the Canada Day fireworks. This is monumental, I appeared in public after Elena Standard Time. Joe is clearly shocked by the presence of his mother.
Jacob furtively eating popcorn while morphing into a zombie.
One of the side effects of staying up too late is jaundice, at least in my case. Hannah has many years to reach before things begin to go downhill.
Like so many of our children, Sarah is often found on tables and counters. This is completely my fault: I am a very lazy parent when it comes to certain things. When Joe was at this stage, instead of disciplining him not to climb on the table, I simply moved the chairs. (Dave is shaking his head as I type.) Also, this little girl loves cherries. The juice dribbles all over her chin and, each and every time, one of her older siblings yells, "Mom! Sarah is bleeding." Fortunately, cherry season is short, and I have an excellent stain remover.
Hannah took these photos one Sunday before mass. The headless shot captures Sarah's propensity to steal her sister's shoes and to wear bracelets on her ankles - Rainbow Loom creations and plain old hair elastics. If I try and touch them she screams. My only opportunity to de-bracelet her is when she is in a very deep sleep.
Documentation of her first time in pigtails. Far too cute.
His crooked smile never grows old. One day it will charm some girl whom I am not yet prepared to meet.
Perhaps Isaac is smiling because we live here: cottage country. The winters are hard but the summers, oh, the summers are blessed. I went for a walk with a good friend the other night and we decided to take the trail by the lake. We were greeted by a double rainbow that stretched almost across the whole sky.
And then we saw the geese: seemingly innocent and harmless; but, in real life, waste factories with a surprisingly violent side. Hopefully they aren't somehow representative of the country after which they are named.
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