“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2014.”
Lillia: We had a great conversation yesterday about how school can be like a prison. When I offered that you could still be homeschooling and NOT be in a prison, you said you’d rather be with your friends in prison than without them. My little homeschooling heart felt a twinge of sorrow, but I am really happy that YOU are happy at school, and that you have such good friends.
Zane: Haircut time! You are a charmer extraordinaire wherever we go, but particularly when we go to see Joanne. For such a wild man, you are an absolute saint when getting your hair trimmed. It’s a big relief not to have to fight over at least a few things my beautiful, willful, little boy.
I frequently see bloggers doing “photo an hour” projects and I thought it might be fun to give it a try. It’s actually more of a pain in the neck than it sounds at first. Toward the end of the day I was pretty sick of taking photos, but I think it is so neat to be able to look back at my day. So, the final verdict is that I will definitely be doing it again in May.
RAW // VSCO Film 01 // N- Kodak Portra 400- & Kodak TRI-X 400 (No grain)
9am // just about done with breakfast (his oatmeal, which he calls “openmeal”)
10am // washing dishes & cleaning the house
11am // changing out the pictures in my bedroom — time for spring!
12pm // getting ready to go outside
1pm // playing
2pm // a late lunch of bread we made in the morning (bread machine cheater)
3pm // nap time
4pm // cleaning my “cloffice”
5pm // reading some stories
6pm // husband making dinner
7pm // working on a little art project
8pm // baby bath time
9pm // everyone’s hitting the sack
“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2014.”
Lillia: The warm weather has really brought you out of your winter cocoon. You’ve been playing imagination games again outside with your best friend and zooming around the neighborhood on your scooter late into the evening. It’s really wonderful to watch you play. You also went on a forced, 3-mile long death march to the village with us on Sunday. You were pretty sure you weren’t going to make it but, thankfully, you did.
Zane: This week you talked to everyone. You saw some men working on the roof of a tall house and asked them if you could join them; you told the mailman all about the fit you were throwing because you couldn’t have the Tonka trucks that you saw on the side of the road (they belonged to someone else); you also talked to a very nice dog named Lila who had just taken a bath — she was cleaner than you! I can’t get over how extroverted you are.
