Oh, the pictures!


I have had my camera out a lot more this week and it has been hard to decide which photo to link up with the project.  My photos aren't that great but I captured so many moments that I otherwise would have forgotten and that's pretty cool.

Like the girls splashing in the snow melt:


Perhaps, you noticed Jude's soap-opera cut? You know-- the ubiquitous bandage-above-the-eye that someone is always sporting on an episode of Days of Our Lives. Well, this is what it looks like without the bandage:


Yeah, that's what happens when a Turtle collides with the corner of a door.  The upside is that Jude is now telling everyone she is a "bruiser." Literally and figuratively, folks.

But, I think my favorite photo this week is the one doesn't feature my children at all.  It's what happens when I let them have at the pots and pans to cook.


Poor baby...

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    lol!! That is too funny, poor baby! And your poor baby! I hate when they get hurt. Love the pictures! I need to get going on a picture to submit for this! I've picked up my camera this week but haven't taken many pictures of the kids!

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  2. Jessica at Me Sew CrazyFebruary 17, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    that cracked me up! Poor baby indeed :)

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  3. Angee @ October MorningFebruary 18, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    Baby stew. ha! I hope your little one's eye feels better soon.

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