Boone drew his favorite snuggley toys. He actually traced around them, then colored them. He hasn’t quite mastered holding the items still yet, which is why they all kinda look like that guy in Robocop who got pushed into the toxic waste and started melting.
It should be noted that little robot was originally part of a mobile that hung over the boys’ crib when they were babies.
After a year with no improvement at the big swim school everyone loves, the boys were both practically swimming on their own after ONE lesson at the small swim school. Just shows it’s about finding what works for your kids, I guess.
Boone took this shot of himself (on purpose, not by accident). He was fascinated with the lens flare.
The kids in the hall.
On St. Patrick’s Day, my wife and I went for a walk with two Batmen, a dog and some bubbles.
Me and Batman explore the alleys of Beverly Hills.
Also, that might be a bag of dog crap in the lower right or a leftover black market kidney. Not sure.
Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man.
The boys and one of their best friends ran for about an hour straight this evening. And right now we’re having a rare mellow dinner.
Wearing them out with that kind of activity is probably better than my usual tactic of dosing them with NyQuil.
Checking out the new ‘hood.