Sham Rocker

On St. Patrick's Day, I tricked Caleb into coming outside with me to take pictures by pretending I wasn't going to take pictures of him. Then after I finished what I was doing, I tried to take his picture and he protested. He wanted to throw rocks instead. So I told him to let me take one picture and then he could throw rocks. He obliged. Though instead of one picture, he cheesed it up for me until I told him I was done.





At last, time to throw rocks.

Addicted

Caleb is so addicted to television that when we tell him we're turning the tv off, he'll run in front of it and throws his hands out to stop us.



It doesn't even matter what we're watching. In these pictures, it was The Lizzy McGuire Movie.

Weird Dog

Even though he has a nice comfy bed, Harley enjoys curling up in this pilates ring:


(He heard me pick up the camera, or else his head would be all snuggled in too)

At the Park

(3/13) Our neighbors across the alley invited us to the park, so we headed down to the big park in Power Ranch just south of where we lived.

First things first, before even finding our neighbors, Caleb needed to play on the toys:








After that, Caleb saw some kids, including the neighbors' kid, playing in the splash pad. He promptly went to work getting drenched.









He was so soaking wet afterward, not to mention freezing cold, that Brandon had to go home and get him a change of clothes. But at least he had fun.

Even Harley thought the splash pad was fun!






All dry now :)

Troublemaker

I've said it before, but I'll say it again, my kid's too cute to stay in trouble.

He gets in trouble. I attempt to punish him. Seconds later, he's usually out of trouble somehow.

Monday, he did something that really upset me (though I don't even remember what it was now -- most likely he either hurt me or he hurt the dog, those are the only things that typically make me mad at him). I sent him to his room. He didn't want to go, but I was so mad that I sent him anyway and put the baby gate up behind him so he couldn't come back downstairs. (The baby gate is actually used to keep Harley from going upstairs unsupervised.)

It wasn't long before he stopped crying and came back downstairs. He stopped at the gate, gave me the cutest look ever and told me he was ready to be nice.


To fulfill his punishment, I made him stand at the gate while I took his picture before letting him back downstairs.

A Twisted Sense of Fun

Brandon just asked me to come take a picture of his truck. He bought some carpet or something from Home Depot and in order to put it in his truck, he's taken a ton of stuff out of the cab.

After removing the gas tank (which is in the cab of his truck since the truck is so old), this was what he found.



He thinks it's a rat's nest. He also found a shotgun bullet under the gas tank that hadn't been fired yet. Though it did have a crack in it. That's a great thing to be hiding under a gas tank, don't you think?


Apparently this is Brandon's idea of fun.

because she's beautiful

Disclaimer before I start: this is not my baby, these are not my pictures. But I'm posting them anyway.

Claire Juliet Rosener, born January 20, 2010, weighing 7 lbs 15 oz, 19 inches long (same as Caleb, which is why I remember -- I also remember my oldest niece, Nora's baby stats, but don't ask me any in between Nora and Claire).

My mom went out to visit Claire (and her family) in Tennessee in February. I instructed her to take LOTS of pictures. I eagerly waited for her to come home and post pictures on her blog. But seriously, she did not post enough. So I complained. In response, she sent me a cd of all the pictures she took of Claire while she was in Tennessee. Or maybe, all the pictures she took in Tennessee, most of which happen to be of Claire.

So here are the ones I love the best. Because she's beautiful. And the internet needs more pictures of her.

(All photographs taken by Patti Knowlton, in case you didn't read the intro.)












I found it very entertaining that of the sixteen pictures I initially picked out as favorites, my mom had only posted three of them. I've only reposted one of them here though.

Hmmm, now I'm wondering if I can hack into my mom's facebook account and post these there. Hmmmmm....