My Week in Pictures
Hey y'all.
I thought I'd give you a glimpse - through pictures - into my past week.
Last weekend, my family and I went to the Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City Utah. This has been a tradition for me since I was eight years old. So, for about 15 years. Give or take a decade. Or three.
We took Kid C and his cousin Necie to Les Mis. Got them tickets on the front row. Here's how excited they were:
If there's ever an appropriate time to call your kids "brats"...
Oh, Les Mis. I've seen you at least ten times. How come you never told me you were so sad? My mom, sister and I were sitting on the front row, and maybe it was because of the fresh loss of my dad, but we were weeping the entire time. At one point, I caught one of the actors looking at us. I imagined he was mentally high-fiving himself, going, "I'm rocking this performance! They can't keep the tears in!"
Every year, on the friday morning of our festival visit, we play tennis. The games are epic, although my partner was more interested in playing against his own shadow than against our opponents.
My nephew wanted a real sword from the festival, so he appealed to my mom, who of course bought him one. My sister bought him a bow and arrow for christmas. For his birthday, I guess there's nothing left to get him but a handgun.
Here he is, knighting my other nephew.
Pic taken seconds before he lopped Asher's head off
On Sundays, we have an hour of church. Here's what Kid B used that time to create:
Other children are coloring pictures of Jesus. Kid B made his own XBox game console.
He also made a dog, with 87 movable parts.
Then he proceeded to shake it at the people sitting in the bench behind us, all the while barking loudly.
Why do I suddenly think church is fun?
Last night, I was lying (laying?) on the grass. Kid B saw me, and immediately ran inside the house. He emerged a few minutes later with three blankets and two pillows.
We stayed until the stars came out.
What's your week been like?
I thought I'd give you a glimpse - through pictures - into my past week.
Last weekend, my family and I went to the Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City Utah. This has been a tradition for me since I was eight years old. So, for about 15 years. Give or take a decade. Or three.
We took Kid C and his cousin Necie to Les Mis. Got them tickets on the front row. Here's how excited they were:
If there's ever an appropriate time to call your kids "brats"...
Oh, Les Mis. I've seen you at least ten times. How come you never told me you were so sad? My mom, sister and I were sitting on the front row, and maybe it was because of the fresh loss of my dad, but we were weeping the entire time. At one point, I caught one of the actors looking at us. I imagined he was mentally high-fiving himself, going, "I'm rocking this performance! They can't keep the tears in!"
Every year, on the friday morning of our festival visit, we play tennis. The games are epic, although my partner was more interested in playing against his own shadow than against our opponents.
My nephew wanted a real sword from the festival, so he appealed to my mom, who of course bought him one. My sister bought him a bow and arrow for christmas. For his birthday, I guess there's nothing left to get him but a handgun.
Here he is, knighting my other nephew.
Pic taken seconds before he lopped Asher's head off
On Sundays, we have an hour of church. Here's what Kid B used that time to create:
Other children are coloring pictures of Jesus. Kid B made his own XBox game console.
He also made a dog, with 87 movable parts.
Then he proceeded to shake it at the people sitting in the bench behind us, all the while barking loudly.
Why do I suddenly think church is fun?
Last night, I was lying (laying?) on the grass. Kid B saw me, and immediately ran inside the house. He emerged a few minutes later with three blankets and two pillows.
We stayed until the stars came out.
What's your week been like?
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