Eye of Emma

I'm all obsessed with eyes lately. Does it show?

Emma was a total trooper for this little photo shoot, by the way. That late afternoon sun was painfully bright, but she stuck with it. Thanks, Emma!


February 2007

Pete

Pete says I never take any pictures of him.


January 2007

Ppppbbbbbllllllttttttt. I do too! (He just usually doesn't know it. 'Cause I'm sneaky, I am.)

How we spent our Saturday afternoon

A few weeks ago the girls came home from school with flyers about a little cheerleading mini-camp put on by a local high school. They were absolutely dying to go do it before they even got in the door. The feminist in me died a dozen deaths, but their hearts were set on it, and so off they went.

The grande finale was real live cheerleading at a JV basketball game. I have not been to any sort of any basketball anything since I was about 17. Damn, those bleachers are hard.





Morgan got bored fast and then spent a lot of time playing in the bleachers instead of cheering.




Emma, however, loved it.

February, 2007

Us

February 2007

Eye of Pete

February 2007

It's cold, we're goofy

"Make a funny face," I said.


February 2007

So she did.

A rare self portrait

This is what 36 looks like.


February 2007

If you're me, anyway.