Jamie is a big fan of music. He especially likes Spoon and will listen to Spoon records over and over. I'm not sure if he wants to be a drummer or a singer. Maybe he could be both, kind-a-like Phil Collins (Genesis era, not the solo stuff, ewwww, are you kidding me?)
You decide:
Drums:
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Catch up - Ketchup
Last Post February. Screw it I'm skipping 3 months. Not much happened anyway. It was cold, now it's warm. Flowers grew, wilted and died. Now it is July. Summertime!
Starting with June:
Jamie's last week of school. He dressed as a psychedelic cowboy prepster from the Scottish highlands:
There have been several trips to several lakes. These are from a local park where we rented a rowboat. Jamie and I spent a lot of time arguing over who was in charge of the oars.
We also camped out in the backyard. I think Jamie would sleep in the backyard every night if we would let him.
Starting with June:
Jamie's last week of school. He dressed as a psychedelic cowboy prepster from the Scottish highlands:
There have been several trips to several lakes. These are from a local park where we rented a rowboat. Jamie and I spent a lot of time arguing over who was in charge of the oars.
We also camped out in the backyard. I think Jamie would sleep in the backyard every night if we would let him.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Art time!
Jamie learned to draw faces this week. I think they are pretty cool.
Painting valentines with Momma:
One of the first simple faces:
I really like this one:
More complicated:
A self portrait of the artist complete with wild hair:
Portrait of Momma with "Mad-bumps".
Mad bumps are the wrinkles on Momma's forehead when she's angry with Jamie and frowning.
Finally, like any true artist Jamie suffers for his work. Here he is after 1 too many shots of tequila.
Aye-aye-aye!
Painting valentines with Momma:
One of the first simple faces:
I really like this one:
More complicated:
A self portrait of the artist complete with wild hair:
Portrait of Momma with "Mad-bumps".
Mad bumps are the wrinkles on Momma's forehead when she's angry with Jamie and frowning.
Finally, like any true artist Jamie suffers for his work. Here he is after 1 too many shots of tequila.
Aye-aye-aye!
More igloo pictures
We went out and worked on the igloo a little this morning. Here are a few more pictures with warm bodies inside for sense of scale. I can lay lengthwise inside so it's about 6' x 6' x 2.5' high. Once inside it is pretty warm and well insulated. I might have to get out the sleeping bag tonight just so I can say I've slept in an igloo. Don't know too many people who can say that!
The outside:
Inside:
The roof is supported by some iron lattice work from our summer time gazebo which I then covered with an old painting tarp.
Jamie coming out the front door:
Dadda squeezing out the front door. Yeah it's a little tight!
The outside:
Inside:
The roof is supported by some iron lattice work from our summer time gazebo which I then covered with an old painting tarp.
Jamie coming out the front door:
Dadda squeezing out the front door. Yeah it's a little tight!
What we do to make through the winter
Warm winter gear:
Momma straps on the snowshoes:
Dadda pulls the boy along:
Free ice. (broken off the eve of the house) Keeps our drinks cold and our spirits warm.
Valentines Day (Because Christine can't pee in the snow like I can.)
Guinness on Ice:
What to do with all that snow I shoveled off the driveway:
Momma straps on the snowshoes:
Dadda pulls the boy along:
Free ice. (broken off the eve of the house) Keeps our drinks cold and our spirits warm.
Valentines Day (Because Christine can't pee in the snow like I can.)
Guinness on Ice:
What to do with all that snow I shoveled off the driveway:
How to decorate a cake
AKA: "The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley"
All's well that eats well.
All's well that eats well.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Christmas 2009.
Well, I better get this posted before the new semester starts. Here are our pictures from Christmas!
The week before Christmas we drove down to TN to visit with the Grandparents and friends. We dodged a big snow storm on the way down. It was fun watching the thermometer on the truck go up as the miles on the odometer increased. I seemed like about 1 degree / 25 miles south. 40 degrees in TN felt like summer to us! It was below 20 when we left the Detroit Metro.
Once in TN we spent some time exploring and taking with the horses.
Jamie had a great time playing outside, climbing the fences, and running around the backyard.
The waterfalls are still there:
One of the highlights of the trip was the visit to Shawn's parents house. Ol' Larry hitched up the minihorse and we all went for cart rides. Here's Christine...
Yup, yup!
After a 10 hour drive back home (dodging another storm) we had our own little Christmas.
The stockings were hung by the banister with care:
It looks as if Saint Nick had been there:
Tearing into packages:
Trains will appear:
The weather since Christmas has been a bit cold. This morning it was 3. We hopped in the car and drove down to the Detroit Institute of Art and got our fill. Jamie's favorite was Van Gogh's "Postman". Christine and I were pretty blown away by Rivera's "Detroit Industry" frescos.
Jamie was also a big fan of the giant 3 way adapter plug:
The week before Christmas we drove down to TN to visit with the Grandparents and friends. We dodged a big snow storm on the way down. It was fun watching the thermometer on the truck go up as the miles on the odometer increased. I seemed like about 1 degree / 25 miles south. 40 degrees in TN felt like summer to us! It was below 20 when we left the Detroit Metro.
Once in TN we spent some time exploring and taking with the horses.
Jamie had a great time playing outside, climbing the fences, and running around the backyard.
The waterfalls are still there:
One of the highlights of the trip was the visit to Shawn's parents house. Ol' Larry hitched up the minihorse and we all went for cart rides. Here's Christine...
Yup, yup!
After a 10 hour drive back home (dodging another storm) we had our own little Christmas.
The stockings were hung by the banister with care:
It looks as if Saint Nick had been there:
Tearing into packages:
Trains will appear:
The weather since Christmas has been a bit cold. This morning it was 3. We hopped in the car and drove down to the Detroit Institute of Art and got our fill. Jamie's favorite was Van Gogh's "Postman". Christine and I were pretty blown away by Rivera's "Detroit Industry" frescos.
Jamie was also a big fan of the giant 3 way adapter plug:
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