Overheard on our June camping trip:
Sylvan: [Loud, sudden scream, high-pitched, with stomping of feet and flapping of arms.]
Chris: [shocked and a little worried] Wow. Are you a bird?
Sylvan: No. I just saw an exclamation point, so I had to be loud.
Yes. Of course you did.
I’m surprised I remember how to log in and post on this blog.
After a late evening of escape with two good friends and a hot fudge sundae, followed by watching the Glee pilot on hulu.com, I’m ready for a quick, no-nonsense post. Here are some photos of our kid-luscious, yard-filling party two weeks ago, taken by the only member of our family who wasn’t occupied with hosting (e.g. re-filling the cracker basket, giving house tours) or being completely charming but relatively useless (no naming names). The photographer has his Daddy’s eye. Here are his photos in their true stream-of-consciousness wandering order:
Mommy close-up
Landing pad and paths, completed a few days before the party.
Playpen used by at least three babies during the party.
Of course these are still party pictures. This is our miter box.
Continuing with our garage tour, these are some bike wheels.
The photo I asked for - Tejana in scarves.
One of five photos Sylvan took of this downspout.