Where's the limo carriage?

This baby tux was worth the 25 cents at the garage sale. Sam was a nice compliment to Brennan's prom photo-op.

Uh-Oh Spaghetti-O

This was worth the 20-minute kitchen clean-up.

Brennan

I can hardly believe it, but my oldest nephew, Brennan, is graduating from high school this May. He is so funny and sweet. I remember how I took him and his brother, Tyler, to a Warped Tour concert, and neither one of them would get in the mosh pit. I, of course, dove in. Brennan held my stuff for me.
He was such a card on this shoot. It was almost too easy. He has a bitchin' Camaro and he climbed all over the thing, so I could shoot. I am so proud of him. Congrats, Brennan.

Class of 2009

I shot my second batch of senior pictures over spring break. She told me she looks at the pictures every day, and even though I know that is part teenage narcissism, it still makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

She was really wary of taking pictures around the Cathedral gardens downtown, so I sent her this gem at the end of the batch. It says, in case you can't see, "She doesn't bite."

Watch Out Walls

I turned around, and Sam was sitting on the kitchen table. We have officially started climbing. The chairs, the couch, the stroller, the bathtub, me ... My chairs now look like they are in a line-up, all pushed against the wall as far away from anything dangerous as possible.

I think this was all triggered by a visit to Sam Houston, when Sam discovered he could climb the steps and go down the slide on the playground. We did it about a gagillion times. This was after he took a 15 minute hike down the orange trail, and then sat down ... I had to carry him out.

We went home, me with the memories and him with a butt full of sand and a mouth full of S'mores.

The next day the climbing commenced.

Where's the Beef?

I'm soaking some pinto beans to cook Tuesday for my dad. When I left the house he was giving me the third degree. "Do you have sausage? Onion? Cornbread mix? An egg?"
Yes, Dad.

I wonder what he would think of this lovely ham flavoring that came in the bean bag? I mean why buy ham when you can just use the chemical 322o8-T?

Ever since I talked myself into cooking these beans I have been having a hankering for those watery Kentucky pintos with the raw onion and pickle relish. I mentioned this to my mom and she told me that she would pass. Oh, and that she would be bringing rice, so we can have proper beans.

Egg-travaganza

On Palm Sunday Sam and I went to my brother's annual Easter egg hunt. There were live baby chickens and baby ducks there.

Jason hid a bazillion eggs. This is the 2-and-under field he is preparing. This entire copy paper box was full of eggs.
Sam filled that entire basket up by himself, no lie. He lugged it everywhere and would hardly be persuaded to stop hunting. When his basket was full, I had to dig him out of the other kids' baskets. Finally finished, he collapsed into a glass of ice water.

On the way home Sam says, "Who stole all the bubble gum out of my eggs?"