6.13.2012

6.11.2012

06.11

Sorting through all the photographs is a job, but it has its rewards. Like this. From Owen's camera, last year on our Duck Boat adventure. I'm so proud.

6.10.2012

06.10

A night at the ballpark followed by days without mommy duties. A nice beginning to a week. Thanks, mom and dad, for both.

6.09.2012

06.09

I could have sat there and just imagined. What it was like when this place was where it came from.

6.08.2012

6.05.2012

06.05

Honestly, I didn't really want to do it either. But it's for the best, in the long run.

6.04.2012

06.04

The last time I went canoeing, I cried in the boat. I successfully avoided that this time.

6.03.2012

06.01

I was glad for an excuse to put on long pants and a jacket. Sit under a giant pine tree in a camp chair and laugh with friends.

5.31.2012

05.31

He consoled himself by planning the Lego figures he would build and give to her for next year.

5.29.2012

05.29

The rain moved field day inside and caused me to take a headfirst dive onto the sidewalk.

5.28.2012

05.28

They were done. But they had been good for a long time. And they don't think walking around reading is fun. They are good kids.

05.28

By the time they decided they wanted them, it was too late. They kept their eyes peeled and were surprisingly satisfied with just the hunt.

5.27.2012

05.27

A summer evening at a baseball game with friends. Perfect.

5.25.2012

05.25

He put together his own game of angry birds. My hand was the slingshot as I tried to snooze on the couch.

5.24.2012

05.24

Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I can't make them happy. Sometimes it is all too easy. Thankfully, this was easy and it made them very happy.

5.23.2012

05.23

It was one of those gatherings that caused tears, simply because of how pleased everyone was to have everyone else there.

5.21.2012

05.21

Of the four of us, he was the only one who felt the breeze.

5.18.2012

05.18

There were all kinds of reasons to be glad we went. It's nice to feel like we belong in a place.

5.15.2012

05.15

Five and seven and they've never taken a drink from a can?! Is it really possible? If there was any reason for such a celebratory act, tonight was it.

5.10.2012

5.09.2012

05.09

I can always find someone who thinks I'm doing it wrong. I need to stop looking.

5.08.2012

05.08

My idea was take a picture. Her's was so much better. That's why she has the job and I just help out.

5.07.2012

05.07

A surprise portrait he painted of the mother he loves.

5.06.2012

05.06

I'm tired of feeling bad about myself. I wonder if I will ever be able to escape that feeling that I need to change.

5.05.2012

05.05

Maybe this isn't the right path for me. I wonder how they felt, standing behind their work, watching it be judged by the passersby.

5.04.2012

05.04

I gathered all their work in my arms, held it close, took it home. I wonder when I will be able to wade through it and what I will see. If I will learn.

05.04

I guess it's a lot like having a five-year-old. It's slow progress until suddenly it's finished.

5.03.2012

5.02.2012

05.02

Sometimes their voices and their imaginations just stun me into stillness. 

4.30.2012

04.30

Most of the time, I just try to pretend the change isn't coming.

4.28.2012

04.28

Aside from the mistake of raw peanuts, everything was perfect.

4.25.2012

04.25

It seems a bit strange to be so attached to a group of toys.

4.20.2012

04.20

It felt like vacation. My own little retreat. They cooperated.

4.19.2012

04.19

I don't think it's a new feeling, but now that these days are numbered, it's more real. I'm going to miss them.

4.18.2012

04.18

We had everything we needed: a breeze, green grass, shade, sticks, imaginations.

4.17.2012

4.11.2012

04.11

I couldn't believe how much they walked. Without complaint. Their idea.

4.09.2012

04.09

Is his desire to document his days a product of me? I wonder if that's true. If it's good or bad.

4.08.2012

04.08

Credit for this successful Easter morning belongs only to the dad.

4.07.2012

04.06

Visits are never long enough.

04.05

A long, full day of celebration.

04.03

The green folder is now the "Ideas Folder" and he's filling it with sketches of good guys, bad guys, and weapons.

4.02.2012

04.02

I thought I missed it, but I guess somedays, I'm luckier than others.

4.01.2012

04.01

It's easy to convince myself of its superfluity. But moments like this I have to record. Just for myself. I forget so much and so quickly.