"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string." L.M. Montgomery
Thad took umbrage to my Avatar photo. He did not like it, he said, because you could not see my eyes due to my sunglasses. He told me that he would fix it. He then commandeered my camera and proceeded to do just that.
The flash was not on, and he jiggled, so I’m a little blurry ’round the edges. Alas, the one with a flash was none too kind to my wrinkles and jowls and faded, end-of-the-day makeup. Therefore, I was more than a little relieved when he picked the blurry photo that makes things look a bit like a summer afternoon rather than 6:30 p.m. on a Thursday.
We also have a daughter. She looks REMARKABLY like her Daddy as well. And also her Aunt (her Daddy’s sister)–until we go to Louisiana. Then she looks like ME, ME, ME!!!!!
Laughing at something
Explaining her science project to an interested party at the most recent school board meeting.
With the school board President--otherwise known as "Mr. Cecil" when we see him at church. 🙂
With her principal and her Daddy. Poor thing looks dwarfed. Her daddy is 6' and Mr. Principal is at least 6'4".
With her church buddy, Amanda, who happened to be at the board meeting as well. Both girls were Student of the Month for April at their respective campuses, and Amanda was leading the pledge.
Victoria with her "Good Job Girly" shake. She won 3rd place in the physics division of the district science fair, then advanced to Houston Area Regionals thus her recognition by the school board. And she participated in Bible Bowl. And she is going to participate in the state Science UIL tournament. And she will be inducted into National Jr. Honor Society in two weeks. And she REALLY likes that shake.
She can also tie her hair into three knots. Talent like this must be shared with the world.
My husband is quiet. I am not.
My husband is introverted. I am not.
My husband APPEARS to be polished and refined. I am not, nor do I appear to be.
My husband also APPEARS to be passive. He. Is. Not.
He is in no Way, Shape, or Form passive. Passivity is not in his nature. He just flat out doesn’t care. That is because he is an energy conservationist. An EMOTIONAL energy conservationist.
Not only does he conserve actual energy, (just ask the kids about, “The lights!!! Who left on all those lights?!?!?!?”) he also conserves his OWN energy. That is, he conserves it for things about which he cares deeply. Which would include ANYTHING to do with Truth, Justice, and the American Texan way. And also the Oilers. And Rules. And anything to do with Scouting. Or camping. Or PREPARING for camping. And crabbing. And also organizing a chuck box. And a sock drawer. And a spread sheet. And the Right Way to Do Things.
People often get the mistaken idea that because I wear the megaphone in the family that I also wear the pants. This could not be farther from the truth. My husband’s role as Paterfamilias goes down to the molecular level. I’m talking highly organized, color coded strands of DNA here.
I give you two completely random series of photos. One set taken October, 2009. The other taken April 2011. It was as I was preparing to post some of these newer photos just moments ago that I thought, “Hey–haven’t I edited this photo before?” Then it hit me.
Don’t even get me STARTED on the shoulder droop, the wear pattern of their shoes, or the inner workings of their analytical, PRAGMATIC minds.
There are other photos I wanted to post here as well–especially since I’ve been absent for so long–but I just scared and exhausted myself at the same time–especially with exhibit C. I think I need to go and lie down now.