A week of images: A year of memories

Hillbilly darling


Such a sweet reunion!


My dear boy who ran to me with arms outstretched.


Camp is so special because it is all about the cross.


Sixth grade camo night.


Alex and Petri Fish


My girl with inexhaustible energy like her daddy.


None of these are my kids, but this picture made me laugh.


O Slick and Emily


Sombrero Night


Putt putt in the piney woods.


Emily and her "cabinets" (I think she means cabinmates)


Again not my kid, but I couldn't tell if the kid or the horse seemed more enthusiastic.


My expressive child.


A bit shorter than her friends.


Zip line with another substitute child


This is MY muddy boy.


Emily for Hillbilly night



Intergalactic night


Yum, yum


Cool photo


Wile E Coyote


My golden girl


Funky Town and Fritz


Bugs Bunny


A line of pretty girls


And I thought my boy's hair was long.





Neon night



The start of the Great Crud War



My wiery navigator who got us to camp in the first place. He read the maps while I drove.


Funky Town and Fritz

Pine Cove or Bust

We had a warm welcome to camp last week. I'll post more pictures later. My campers are recovering nicely at home.

June babies

My precious girls turned five and seven in the last few weeks. Here is some nostalgia.

Birthday hats made by big brother when there were but three siblings.


Splish splash, Emily at 2.


Baby Jane in pink Dior hand-me-down.


Classic Emily.


Here is their birthday gift I made, complete with working elevator, window boxes and stairs. I also made the chimney open so Santa can come at Christmas time.


Reverse side.


Pretty girls and pulleys.

Jinxed

Last night, Fluke, my brown-eyed boy, got a new smile. I should never have blogged about Emily. I think I jinxed Fluke. While quietly reading on the couch, he leaned down to pick something up off the floor and hit his front adult tooth on the glass coffee table. It fractured in two, shortening the length of his entire tooth. He brought me the 3 or 4 millimeter piece and I originally thought it was a baby tooth. Well, after a rush appointment at the dentist this morning Fluke has a new bonded smile. And yes, his front teeth no longer match perfectly, but the dentist was cautious to work on the tooth with the trauma it sustained. And as a 8 year old boy with teeth coming in and teeth going out, I think it looks utterly cute.