Tuesday, July 29, 2008

a rose by any other name

Tonight Evan leaned into me and said, "I'm glad you're back. It's so good to smell that good old Daddy smell."


Sage's sheep, by the way, is a little powder-blue one that I brought back from Tennessee. She's named it "Alligator."

Monday, July 28, 2008

there are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke

Eric: "Evan, take off your clothes and get into the tub. I need you to stop acting crazy and making a joke out of everything."

Evan: "Everything's a joke already."

Am I my sister's shepherd?

Sage: "I want my sheep."

Evan: "Well, Sage, you're going to have to go get it yourself. That's not our responsibility."

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Evan: Recent Works

Evan's newest enthusiasm is taking pictures with the digital camera, and it is with a mixture of pride and humility that I admit he is by some margin the most talented portrait photographer in the family. He really captures something essential about his subjects. Here's an Evan's-eye view of Evan's world:






The Car

Sunday, July 20, 2008

big brother and mud puppy

I'm at a writers' conference in Tennessee, having a lot of conversations in a lot of rocking chairs on a lot of stone porches with a lot of poets and novelists. I miss my kids. In my absence, Evan is the man of the house. Sonja sent this pic, which I look at every 17 minutes:

Also, this one. The daily application of mud, it turns out, is Sage's secret to looking so young:

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Lincoln City, July 4, 2008

More cool beach weekend photos over at Stefan and Meghan's blog...

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Mr. Sand Man

Reach the Beach
Foam Run

Evan: life's little caption writer

Sage: "I want some cheese."

Sonja: "You've already had a lot of cheese. Eat your potato salad and then you can have more cheese."

Sage: "Mommy can have it."

Sonja: "No Sage, Mommy has her own potato salad. You eat yours."

Sage: "Okay, I ate it all up."

Sonja: "No you didn't, Sage. It's right there on your plate."

Sage: "I want some cheese."

Evan: "Negotiating with a baby."

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I don't want to know

Evan just yelled from the bathtub: "I'm making a horrible potion in here."