This is how Zed tells me he needs to see the image he thinks I just took.
Seriously, I had barely put the camera to my eye when he pulled his “I must get my way” attitude. He was holding a classic pose, resting his hands under his chin. He even waited while I got the camera, but that was it. No more waiting. He must see it. And where the heck did he learn to say cheese? I didn’t teach him that one!
Anyone else been sick out there? I think we have had some sort of virus in the house since December 25th, when Zed puked in his crib. Will it never end?
I took this shot of India while we sat together and chatted about the day… her upset stomach. I was struck by her cute little freckles. There aren’t very many, and they will probably disappear once she gets older. Mine did. I wanted to capture the intimacy we feel as mother and daughter, to remember this moment. Once she perfects the eye rolling she has begun to practice lately, moments like these will fade.
We are sitting on our old couch out here in the front room:
It has been replaced by a new/old piece which was gifted to us from one of our favorite families. A happy acquisition.
But there is never a free lunch. A week after we put dibs on the couch we were told they WILL move to San Fran. This is a shot of our last evening all together:
Maybe one of our out-of-state friends would like to come live in their house? It’s 3,000 sq. ft. of Mid Mod lovely, with a workshop even… and blocks from The Rack.
This image will be on our wall soon… very soon.
We got ready for church, combed Zed’s hair, put a bit of pomade in there and now you can see his face. Today he is wearing a bobby-pin to help train his bangs to the side. A little girly? maybe.
I was just reading the latest post over at Angry Chicken and saw that she interviewed an artist who just wrote a book on printing. In the interview she mentioned how after reading the book, she and her kids want to carve erasers and print all sorts of things. I realized we did just that the other day. Not on an eraser, but on the back of the Z stamp I made for Zed’s cards.
Ezra drew the illustration and wrote his name, in pencil, on a piece of paper. I then used the handle of a brush to rub the backside of the image drawn on paper onto the Speedball “Speedy-Carve” medium I typically use for block prints/stamps. Because I transferred the image I was able to have Ezra’s name written backwards on the pad, ready to carve. I once carved directly into the medium and everything was printed backwards. Don’t do that. I had to say the invite must be read in a mirror to break the secret code. Ha!
I had Ezra ink up the first few and print them on his own, but to make them legible I had to do the rest.
Both he and India also did a few shrinky dink necklaces to give to teachers and best-ies. You can see how I fixed Ezra’s printing attempts. I just went over them with white.
I like what Ezra drew… I like that he is drawing these days. Earlier in the week he came home from school with a handmade Harry Potter book. It was obviously not teacher initiated, just a few little pages stapled together (by the teacher). He was so happy with his creation he cut out the figures and began coloring and playing Quidditch with them.
These are two pages left intact:
The one on the left is probably Harry, with his glasses… not sure who the other is. I think the ice cream cone arms are their wands.