Saturday, June 16, 2007
I love this picture. The sun's going down, shadows are getting longer, the day is winding down. Kenzie and I are sharing a moment on the curb in front of our apartment. I'm wearing a hat so she insisted on wearing a hat. You can see my truck and Tiff's old car to either side of us. And I don't look that fat. I love this picture.
Kenzie loves to help us cook. She was always looking to help. Of course, I think all kids like to help their parents in the kitchen.
There was a time when I used to make my own bread and pizza dough. To keep Kenzie occupied (which is a euphamism for "out of the way"), I used to add some food coloring to some scraps of dough and let her have some fun.
You can see our ravioli cutter and an egg cooker for the microwave (made the eggs rubbery) with her in this picture. I don't know what she thought she was doing, but she was definitely enjoying herself.
Here are some shots of me lost, deep in thought, planning my attack. The kid I'm playing against is Andrew, my nephew-in -law (is that right?) from Maine. I kicked his butt that weekend. Then again, I was also about 4 times his age...
There was a time when I was really good at chess. I once played against one of my fraternity brothers and my situation looked pretty dire: I had lost my queen, both bishops, a knight and a rook very early in the game. Meanwhile, I had only taken a rook and a couple pawns from him. After that he fell apart and I ended up winning that game.
It's been years since I've played chess; what you see here is the first time I'd played in about 4 years and I have not played since; my skills have most certainly degraded quite a bit. But Andrew here is a good player, especially considering his age. Still, I had to show him who was boss. No mercy!!!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Here's one of Kenzie soon after her very first surgery. She had to have tubes put in her ears because she used to get horrible ear infections. That's one thing I feel badly about passing on to her. But she's over them now; the tubes worked their magic. It just surprised me because I figured she'd be miserable after surgery. But she was only a few months old - she didn't know she was supposed to be miserable. She was actually in really great spirits that day. I love the little hat. I wish we'd saved it. Or maybe we did.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Love Those Ears!
High Art Part I
High Art Part II
Pumpkin Picking
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