Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Outside for a few minutes

When the sun isn't burning to hot, and the air is crisp and clean, I cannot stay inside.

These pictures are my attempt to be a bit artsy. I absolutely love it when T*man stands and observes life with his hands in his pockets. It seems like such an "adult" thing to do, and always reminds me he really is a little man.

Like Father. Like Son.

::dreaming of having our own house one day::

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I'm in Provo

Visiting family.

...I already feel better.

I think that house in StG is a curse. An oozing, breathing, living, curse.


I hope the sun is out tomorrow.