Portrait of a Young Artist

The drawing bug has bit hard at our house.  Tess is a little Bob Ross, narating the whole time she carefully draws things out.  Max is mad about drawing robots.  And missiles.  And tanks. And trucks.  And Philip went from diligently writing “his letter”...

Taking Stock

This week the stockshow is in town.  In order to make sure my kids don’t turn out to be complete city-slickers and to keep my brother off my back, we went on a “fieldtrip” today.  While at the civic center we took in a red angus show (above), walked...

Beauty School Drop-Out

Yesterday, I did this to Tess’s hair. There was no reason for it (i.e. photos, fashion show, “Little Miss Rushmore Pageant”).  Just because.  She was amicable and patient through it all.  When we had purchased the rollers the night before, Max asked...