You Capture: Togetherness

Taking a photo of my kids together, let alone a portrait-y type shot is next to impossible.  They either get the giggles:

or get in each other's space in a pose like this, Julia's arm around Adam's neck.  That sometimes ends up with Adam upset because J's trying to get him to look in the right direction, and me trying get her to let go and put a little space between them.

But most of the time, the photo taking process goes something like this:

  

For more togetherness, visit Beth, the lovely You Capture hostess.

Corner View:

"Who IS this man with the incredible, mysterious mustache?"

When I sent out an SOS on Facebook today, my husband had the awesome idea to have me phone a friend of his who has a mustache and then decorate it.  I just didn't think that was very fair.  I mean, it's easy enough for him to suggest it, being so far away right now and all.  I figured only when HE could take a beribboned 'stache himself could he suggest such a thing be done on a friend!

So...how's the 'do, dear?

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I'm sorry--this was a major cop-out on the topic today.  I just don't know anyone with a mustache and any of the ideas I had had been done already.  But I am making it a challenge to find a mustache and do a photo of it within the next few days.  Even if I have to go up to a complete stranger to do it! 

Bring it!

For more prickly, mustacheod photos, check out Cate's place.

Needed a daisy today

My day went from somewhat busy, as per the usual Tuesday, to insane. 

Think:

House too much a wreck to even have the bug guy over for the semi-annual visit, even after hours of work to get things somewhat presentable. 

Not only my two kids but two more.

Choir only half an hour after drop off from schoolbus and home from choir right at dinner time so

Dinner was an hour late.

Extra homework practice to prepare for a test tomorrow.

Flight delay for mom of two extra kids.

So bedtime included two extra kids and was

Cray. Zee.

And an hour late (see dinner above).

Which brings about the greatest, greatest tragedy of all...

...I missed Glee.

For which I am now drowning my sorrows in a homemade chocolate cookie and milk.

OK.  Make that cookIES and milk.

Mucho pluralo.

In a clean, vacuumed living room.

Looking at what to watch after missing Glee.

And I'm afraid the pickings are slim. 

When the best choice may be "How to Improve Your Prostate Health," it's time to call it a night!

Nighters!

Recipe for a lovely afternoon.

Scooch, squidge, and wiggle your feet in cool, black, oozy mud.

Rinse

And repeat.

you know you're a Red Green wannabe when...

...you use duct tape to repair the tripod.

But it helped me take this:

And yes, the jacket makes me look like a linebacker, so I probably won't wear it again, at least not in public!  Doesn't help that I had to be straight on to the camera as well, since I was trying to keep Adam in line. 

But that's not the tripod's fault, after all. 

We'll more than likely go back out to this park and reshoot these, only with the kids dressed a little nicer, for our Christmas card.  Too bad we weren't ready for it today.  The light was perfect.  But I looked through  the kids' things, and their clothing all appears to come from *gasp* Walmart or dibs and dabs from thrift stores, and they have nothing particularly nice or coordinating.  I definitely need to do something about that.

Sprout

Too late to post what I wanted to post about the beans.  But here's Julia being silly.

Scrabbling for words

Just had a rousing game of Scrabble with Adam.

Aged 4.

We play with rule variations.  Everyone has seven tiles.  Unless he needs more.

I play a word.  He fills in any spaces and adds to my word with whatever letters he has. 

I try to build words on his play.

It's a challenge.

For me.

He always wins!

Sometimes when he adds letters to my words, we talk about how the letter changes the word.  We talk about the sounds, even though the additions probably don't make much sense!

Then we toast his win with orange juice.

There ARE real words in here. They're just cleverly disguised by Adam's plays.

Really! 

I think it's time to lawyer up and get ready to plead the fifth.