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Photos!

I also remembered to bring my camera in with me today so I could show you slides of domestic bliss from over the holidays. Run away now while you can!

To start off the show, this is Catherine's elf doll, clutching the remnants of Santa's Raid on the Icebox.

For some reason, she wanted Santa to have a glass of orange juice and cookies. Santa got some milk and cookies, and then apparently splashed a drop or two of orange juice in the bottom of the glass after it was over with to keep from disappointing anyone.

Biggest hit? Fuzzy socks for the girls.

Biggest twit?

Need you ask?

This is my new Adidas cap, which I will add to my giant stash of ball caps that I wear when I don't feel like combing my hairs. The picture is taken by me, because I realized that when you won't let anyone else hold your camera, you tend not to get your picture taken. However, this tends to lead future generations to believe they were spontaneously generated without assistance from Granpa Terry, an idea I stoutly refuse to facilitate. So, I wind up taking photos of myself, if they get taken at all.

Oh, another thing--it's always a popular thing to festoon yourself with things from the discard pile.

Obviously, there was a lot more to Christmas, but you'd probably be bored looking through all 5,349 photos.

MOVING ON, the last day we spent at the park. I had thought the previous two trips how I should have brought the camera, and Monday I managed to remember it.

Here are Boy--

and Girl--

as we head off to the wilderness. Both photos were taken by just pointing the camera at the back seat, so I'm frankly surprised that they both turned out as they did.

This is Main Street where I live. That CVS is the "drug store at the foot of the hill" I am so fond of referencing, and up ahead you see the Sonic, and the bank on the right, and the furniture store beyond on the left.

There's the city hall--

--and after you turn left onto Parkway Drive (which is how all small town neighborhoods should look),

you pass by the library,

and pull into the parking space at the park. That blonde on the right is the mom who had brought the sweet little Sheltie with her and her kids.

She was just as pleasant as the day itself to talk to, and she knew of a person in town who breeds Shelties (one of the breeds other than a Spitz we have thought about getting). As I looked back through the pictures, I noticed that she wound up in the background of several of them, such as this one with Cat and Jonathan swinging like baboons on the tire swing--

I'm not sure, but I think that makes me a stalker of some sort.

Whatever. Earlier in the sequence, Catherine tries the zip line.

I tried it again, too, but this time I didn't launch myself off the platform and painfully yank both of my arms out of socket. I just gently grabbed hold of the loop and slowly let my weight down on before slowly easing myself across with a push of my feet. And yanked both arms out of socket. But with much less unseemly falling and screaming in agony.

After much playtime there, we went and got our picnic supplies (at CVS) and went back to the park at the river.

Here's the bridge--

and here's the river--

Admittedly, it ain't quite the mighty Mississip', but in fairness, it has been dry lately. That little spit of gravel on the right is where we got down and skipped rocks. Before the rock skipping, however, there was the matter of snacking.

After snacking and skipping, it was time for toy glider flying, about which Catherine was alternately thoughtful--

--and maniacal.

Great fun, and too soon, it was time to go.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 5, 2006 11:21 AM