Photo Shoot, Nobody Style

It's time for the posting of Bo's new violin song. I waited too long to record this because he's anxious to move on to his new song and feels like playing last week's song is beneath him.

Plus it was half an hour past his bedtime. Reviewing the footage of what I've recorded, reminds me that sometimes I am a crappy mom. Saying the word crappy in front of my kids is the least of my offenses.
He was sick of making mistakes, so his solution to the problem was to play it fast, with no regard to timing. So here's (Impatient) Lightly Row.



And lest you think I sugar coat things on my blog...
A video I like to call "Behind The Scenes"




Last week Avee got in the mud. The girl who won't wear long sleeves because that's not a princess sleeve. The girl who hasn't worn pants since the Bush Administration. The girl who thinks talking in a voice higher than her natural voice makes her sound cuter. The girl who's stolen every tube of lipstick, lipgloss, lip luster, lip plumper, whatever, that I own. The girl who has designated all our positions in life, to maintain her status as Princess....
wouldn't stay out of the mud.


But she got a little on her face.

When I pointed it out to her, naturally she wanted to see it:






This face made me laugh for a good 6-7 minutes.














And finally, the baby. The sweet little pudge-wudge who isn't as much a baby as I'd like to think.

His one sheer joy right now, is "being" a big kid. Sitting with the bigger kids. Sitting on them. Playing with them, playing near them. He is so thrilled to be able to possibly pass as one of them. I love catching that look of achievement on his face. It's the same look he has when he goes down the stairs upright.

But I love his dirty looks even more.

I managed to catch one on film. I believe at this particular moment I pointed out, in front of all the cool kids, that his poop, did in fact stink. And that it needed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, by me.

In this first photo, is the ever-so-slightly raised eyebrows, combined with the relatively expressionless face. This particular look I did not discover until I was well into my 13th year, and it was not honed until sometime around my third wedding anniversary. It says, "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response"

When I persist in calling him poopypants and baby talking to him and assure him the dignity of a response is not needed, just 2 minutes with some wipes and a new diaper.... I get the full dirty look.

It's awesome. I think he might be flashing some gang signs too.

Upon further review, I'm noticing a striking similarity to the photo of Avee, looking at the dirt on her face. A little less "dirty" with the eyes and a little more "skeewompus".

Who knew I could have so much fun exploiting my children on the blog?

Heh. Pretty much everyone.