Other pictures

Every now and again, the children do their own thing. I only know about it after the fact. One thing Luke does is take the camera and snap pictures of things that are important to him. This picture is of Daphne straight out of the bath. Dad had just combed her hair. She showed it to Luke, and he snapped this photo. He later told me he was taking her picture because she looked so "Beautiful and tidy".

Luke loves to sit exactly like Ryan in the camping chairs. He gets a deep voice and speaks much like a man. He tries to mimic adult conversation. Maybe I'll try to record him and post it.

This is just what happens if one chooses to comb Daphne's hair when it is dry.

The beach

I love these pictures. Luke would play solitaire just like Ryan. Except he played his own way. He usually takes one card and snaps it back and forth under his chin. In the above picture I think he nearly looks like an old man smoking a pipe.

Ryan makes this face while playing cards.

Oh the sad tale of wee crab. Did anyone out there know that there are different types of hermit crabs? Land and watter ones. I did not know. So we brought this little one home and watched as it slowly died. Good lesson for the children about death. Rough way to go for little crab.

Aquarium

Be the piranha. Sorry about the poor quality picture. There are 2 layers of glass and water between us.

Stalk the piranha. Can you see the fish peering over the wall just under Luke?

It took a while for Daphne to get courage enough to touch anything. But after she started, that's all she wanted to do. That is how it is with her. Whatever she has interest in, she fully applies herself.

Camping

Erik carved Ethan and Luke a knife. Then the boys went on the attack! We were some of the last people to leave the camp site. This poor duck couple came to us seeking handouts. They received something a little different. Right after the picture was taken, Shayna and I had the boys stop running with the knives! Safety first.

Few words, many pictures, little excuse for not blogging

Visiting the trout farm with the Carlson's