puppet show

Led by my 2 1/2-year-old, the boys made puppets and put on a show behind the family room sofa. “Puppetty. puppetty,” the boys repeatedly sang out as they made their puppets dance around. LittleR Dude’s puppet lost an eye to his dismay but the show continued after a brief interlude at the crafts table.

Technical Notes: Shooting in front of the window is always a challenge for me. An impromptu puppet show didn’t allow me time to set up the lighting the way I should have. In the end, I resolved to fix the photos in post-processing and enjoyed the brief but hilarious show that the boys put on.


l e g o

And so begins the Lego phase of my parenthood. After almost 4 1/2 years of this mothering gig, I’ve become quite adept at manoeuvering around all the toys strewn about the house. Enter tiny, clear Lego blocks and I find myself constantly hopping on one foot trying to muffle the expletives screaming inside my head. Surprise encounters with these suckers aren’t fun. Last night after putting the kids to bed, I finally put all the Lego in a big, shallow plastic bowl hoping that the boys will keep the unused pieces there. So far so good. The boys haven’t felt the urge to dump the whole lot on the floor …. yet.


I am in constant awe of how fast the boys’ swimming skills are progressing. Only a couple of days ago, my 4-year-old refused to jump in the pool without someone in the water in front of him holding his hands. Now, he jumps in on his own on the count of 3. I’m having a great time photographing their latest conquests but find myself wishing I had a waterproof camera. As my 2-year-old would say, “Me, too! Me, too!” I guess I’m starting to feel a little left out of the pool-time fun.