the painter.

A blank canvas. Some paint. 

The artist hard at work.

Oh how I love my creative boy.


(And yes, the header has disappeared from my blog...oy vey....) 
(And yes, these are my Linked 52 photo for this week of "color")

mustache max: 2012.

You may remember this series I took last summer...my boy with a 'stache. I told him he could play with the mustache band-aids only if I could take his picture. Well I bought a little package of mustaches a couple of weekends ago and when he found them and wanted to play with them I told him only if I could take his picture.

I need to find things to bribe him with more often.

happiness is...

waiting for dad's plane to land.

slice of life: his space.

He's got an office, friends. He's five and he has an office. In our family room. He's got a little corner by the windows that is full of his things - pens, pencils, stapler, DVDs, CDs, little cut-out paper butterflies, a dry erase board, Lego clock, T-ball trophy, glue, scissors...I could go on and on. Lots of stuff. It's a bit too much visual clutter for me, but I'm learning to be okay with it. Who cares if my family room is messy. Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things? No. I keep reminding myself of this. It's his fun, happy place to play. That's all that matters.