A Truth and A Little Blue Lie

My sweet boy is nine months old as of Thanksgiving Day. Really? He's going to be ONE in just three short months?

Blogger poll: Is it okay to doctor pictures before using them, or is it dishonest? In the case of the below pictures, I just altered the hue and saturation of Will's eyes, basically using the color already present to enhance the blue in his eyes (I never added any coloring). Professional photographers do this stuff all the time, right? An enhancement here, shave off a curve there.

I am curious what Blogger world thinks - if Christ calls us to live in truth, does posting a doctored picture blur the lines between truth and deception?

These Are The Moments

Hope you're enjoying your Thanksgiving as much as we are! God is good!

Tippie Toes

Silly boy has no idea this isn't his toy. Don'tcha wanna squeeze those scrumptious legs?!

Better Than My Birthday

This is what greeted me yesterday morning when I opened Sophie's door. It was not my birthday. It could've been, though, for how much I loved my early morning "gift."

If You Want Something Bad Enough...

...you quickly learn to use the sign for "more" that your 8-month-old brother is becoming quite proficient with. After all, he not only gets an enthusiastic shower of praise when he uses it, he also gets whatever his little heart desires.


And that, my friends, to her 2-year-old mind, is quite ingenious.

I'm Just Helpful Like That

Then the LORD said to Moses, "Tell Aaron, 'Stretch out your staff and strike the dust of the ground,' and throughout the land of Egypt the dust will become gnats." Exodus 8:16

Does anyone else feel like their house has been under attack by one of the plagues lately? Those things are everywhere! And before you think I just have a nasty house, which may not be far from the truth, I have talked to many friends with the same problem.

Because I love my readers so much, I wanted to share a tip that I learned last week, and it has worked wonders! Put some fruit juice in a bowl and mix with a little bit of dish soap. The juice attracts the little boogers, and the soap creates a seal, so once they're in they can't get out!

In two days I caught TWENTY of them. Yes, that's really gross, I know. Yet, we're still counting. No wonder I felt like they'd never leave. Brings a whole new meaning to the plagues.

Pure Motivation

Quality time with Mommy...


OR

The pre-dinner goodness...

You be the judge.

My Love-Hate Relationship With My Son's Mobility

Oh, hi there, sweet boy. I always love to see that precious face!



Wait a minute. Your smile is fading and your eyes have that slighty tortured look to them. No, please don't start crying.



Awww, crud, here it comes. I thought when you followed me around performing this same ritual about ten times in the last hour you might have been satisfied by now. What do I know?

Ever Feel Like You're Just Blowing Hot Air?

I have this recurring nightmare that I sound exactly like Charlie Brown's teacher.

Will: What'd you say, Mommy? I can't really hear you because I'm too focused on trying to figure out what those cool blue things are on the floor!

Me: Oh, thanks for the clarification, son. That's why you can't hear me.

Claymation

Being sad:


Being happy:


Destroying our new friends:

Off the Top

Will got his first haircut about a week ago. We couldn't let it get too long, or it would've appeared he was copying his cousin, Nolan.

Before:


After:


He officially beat his big sister to his first haircut.

Sorry for going so short, buddy. The next time we do this maybe we'll try a professional.

Speech Improvement Is A Good Thing, Right?

Autumn Nuggets

Once You Have A Little Girl...

You learn that a man dressed in drag can be quite sexy.

Costume Close-ups