Twelve and a half!

Happy half birthday, boys! Also, this is number 150! We decided to change venue again this month, this time in front of the jasmine, which still smells sweet.

Six months til they become teenagers. Hold me.

149

Second monthly pic in quarantine. 😭

They wanted to do something different, so I let them take the pic in front of their soccer goal. If only that was not also in front of a chain link fence and our plastic shed. Oh, an behind the astroturf mat we have because they destroyed all of the grass. No, it’s fine. At least we have the World’s Cutest Dog Ever In The History Of Dogs in the pic.

 

12 years, 4 months

I took this on time, but I mean, you know, who cares if it’s not posted on the right day? What is a day? What is time? So here you go, the 148th monthly pic. Ooh, we’re almost up to 150! I wonder if we’ll still be locked down for 150? I don’t want to think about it.

The boys are doing well. They miss their friends. They miss school. (This is unusual.) But they are handling all of this much better than I’d have expected. I used to complain about them never wanting to go anywhere. Now I’m grateful they’re homebodies.

Also, they are all the same height, despite what the picture might indicate. Just different levels of slouchiness. Getting them to take the picture is enough of a battle, forget posture.

01/01/2020

Ten years ago, I started a 365 project, and kept it up for three years. That’s a photo a day, every day. I think I’m going to try it again this year. (Admittedly, I had a few failed years after that, so let’s hope it doesn’t end up unsuccessful again.)

Yeah, this is our ceiling. New year, new ceiling. (Thanks to a toilet overflow in the upstairs bathroom.) I hope (but don’t promise) that future photos will be more exciting.

Twelve years old

Happy birthday to my baby boys!

One dozen years. A gross of monthly pictures. Number one hundred and forty-four. I guess we can stop now.

(HA HA HA YEAH RIGHT THEY WISH.)

On Thanksgiving, I made them let me take close up pictures of their faces because I love their eyes. Of course they all had to smirk.

Those freckles kill me. ❤

Anyway, they opened presents this morning, but this evening we have to go back to school because they have to present some living history stuff. They’re decidedly not thrilled about that, but we’ll have steak for dinner after, which should make up for some of it.

Twelve years old. Can you even believe it?

And in case you want to see how much they’ve grown

11 + 11

Some sweet smiles this time around, for #143.

Eleven years, eleven months. Twelve is only a month away, which sounds so old. But not as bad as a year from now when I’ll be sobbing about how I almost have teenagers. But I still have some time. Whew.

Month 142

I am amused when I look at this month’s picture next to last month’s. Finally some consistency from month to month!

Except this time Linus is a blond, and a few differences in jacket situations. But still. As close as we can get.

I want to include Ziggy in this month’s post because he’s so darn cute. He probably warrants his own post because look at that face. Those ears!

I think he was looking at a squirrel. I mean of course.

Bench picture #5

When Uncle Evan and Ellie are in town, I take a picture of them on a certain bench in the LSU quad. This is number 5.

2012:

April 2015:

2017:

2018:

And today!

It’s always Linus, Ellie, Evan, Oliver, and Miles.