Thursday, May 2, 2013

4/52





"A portrait of my children once a week, every week, for one year"
 
 
Lili: Trying out her costume for the 5th grade's "living museum." She's been begging me to bring Isaiah in for her to use as a prop. I wonder if the real Sacagawea also made horsey noises to entertain the baby on her back?
Audrey: Bright eyed and ready for school.
Kateri: In heaven with a brand new box of watercolors.
Isaiah: You have to be confident in your masculinity to be that happy in a pink and purple Little Tikes car.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

3/52

 




 
"A portrait of my children once a week, every week, for one year"
 
Lili: looking pretty for a birthday party
Audrey: I don't know why she always frowns while she reads, but I love her furrowed brow
Kateri: coloring while I have my coffee. I am going to miss her so much in the mornings next year.
Isaiah: I think bath time is his favorite part of the day.
 


Saturday, April 20, 2013

"The Light Prince"

That's the name Audrey gave to these photos
After this family favorite, of course.

I probably should have saved these for my 52 project, but it really does look like he's floating into Luke's arms when you view the pictures in sequence.

Nanny, I know you disapprove of such shenanigans...
but as you can see, he is safe and sound.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Irises

The bearded irises Nanny sent finally bloomed this year. It's like having a little piece of Scituate in the desert. I am really excited about them because our summer trip always comes too late in the season to enjoy them in Nanny's garden, and because I usually end up killing anything I try to grow. They make me all the more anxious for summer to come. Six more weeks of school, but who's counting?



Tuesday, April 16, 2013

2/52




 
"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, for a year"
 
Lili: with her rose
Audrey: safety first

Kateri: swinging in her nightgown while I hang the laundry, pumping high enough to kick the olive branch
Isaiah: still working on those top teeth

Thursday, April 11, 2013

1/52

Joining in on this project:
 
"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, for one year"
 
Maybe it will force me to:
a) keep up with the old blog
b)actually figure out how to use the old point and shoot
c) improve my photography skillz
 
There's nowhere to go but up, so here goes.
 



 
 
 

Lili: cutting out paper dolls for her little sister
Audrey: swinging a toy around and making faces to get Isaiah to laugh
Dakota Fanning Kateri: telling me a story on the couch
Isaiah: finally getting his chubby hands on a Spring Training baseball...is this the beginning of a beautiful friendship?

Monday, April 8, 2013

Spring Break, how I love you...

You were over too soon.
We spent the majority of the week outside in the beautiful weather; Isaiah sat on a blanket under the orange blossoms like Ferdinand while the girls played happily or read. Unfortunately, our little man came down with a nasty cold, which kept us home bound, so we decided to head up to Pine for a couple of nights so he could convalesce while the girls had a change of scenery.
And what beautiful scenery it was...

On one of our walks, I mentioned to Audrey that everything in bloom reminded me of Scituate in the springtime; irises and daffodils and narcissus and forsythia... so she took photo after photo to show to her Nanny. There were too many to post,
but you get the idea. As always, our time up north was quiet and relaxing, with plenty of time for Phase 10, Catan, and reading. 
Here's my little astronomer in her favorite spot, undaunted by the fact that there was not much to see during the daytime.

And my overly empathetic Audrey engrossed in Molly's trials and tribulations with furrowed brow.
 
 

Our trips to Pine usually offer quiet a few interesting animal sightings. This time, in addition to the dozen or so different species of spiders Dad was called in to smash (and the lizard we evicted from the girls' bed) there was this guy:
He kept circling the the house. Luke thinks he was waiting for someone to slip up and leave our scrumptious little Isaiah unattended on the deck:
Can you blame him?