this boy can move!

sunday mornings around here are fantastic. you never know what's going to happen. today it was reading by the fire, a great pokemon binder flip-through AND a whole hour of silas dancing...



(above the short version with embarrassing mom sounds and below the long cut with some
silas slo-mo)

the canaries are in session

Yesterday I finally got the chance to hang out in the studio with Emmett and Zane. It was such a great experience! This was the end of day 2 and they both were still completely focused, enthusiastic and excited to get the chance to do this.
And they made some excellent music! Next will be vocals in a week or so.

emmett thinks this looks like a "cheesy 80's album cover"

super cool studio

channeling the powers of ROCK!

(no matter how cool they get...they remain awesomely goofy)

happy birthday to our 12 year old boy!!!!

heart bomb

musically motivated

nut, in a good way

strategist! enthusiast! friend!


Emmett, you are 12 and quite a kid. We love your wide range of interests and passions all carried by your empathy and kindness. happy day to you full of love! xo

YES!, under that stack of Unshelved "What Would Dewey Do" comics, inside the *intellectual freedom fighter* mail bag, wrapped in magic card boxes...his very own cell phone! we had to call him 3 times before he realized it was HIS phone that was ringing.

sticks branches and twigs

 january and february is all about promise

Mac is a Hipster

what's not to love about this room.

i love these people.

Happy Birthday 15th Birthday Mac!!!

we love 15 year old you!!!

birthday measuring...she grew 3/4 of an inch this past year ( but almost 4 inches between 12 and 13!)
 she said, "i think the growing is over. good-bye height chart."

before school birthday coffee treats

xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxoo

i so could have been mr. noodle

family adventures!

you bring me peace and, with it, joy!

merry making

idyllwild is just amazingly beautiful

blankets of snow

 O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall

No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

stellars jays know that when the sky looks like snow...a storm is coming

natures popsicles

...and hello new addition to the family, Merlin the ShapeShifter

thank you friends, for everything