My mother’s day flowers. I am such a sucker for bright colors.
Reading books on MyOn
Graduation-and-neighborhood-garage-sale morning dawns with this spectacle….
A hot air balloon launch directly north of our upstairs front window
What would you call this? A water gun? Au contraire…
Really? Just because you call it a “squirter” doesn’t mean anyone in the entire universe is going to see it as anything other than a gun. Seriously, people.
Nicholas’ preschool graduation. He always poses like that, with at least one hand on his hip.
I’m going to pull this picture out when he graduates high school. He’s already got the look. Now he just needs the years.
And this one speaks for itself: