Photo Shoot

My mother's in a photography class and needed a subject. We thought bringing an 18 mo. old to class would be perfect. As expected he sat still like a perfect angel the entire time. Oh wait, that was my imagination. We kept throwing marshmallows at him, like he was some sort of caged animal, to keep him happy. My favorite part was when he got up to leave. I promptly got up for what I thought would be a chase, but he returned with his sippy cup and plopped right back down in front of the lights and cameras. I don't care what you say, modeling is hard work and those lights are hot!

Earning his Keep

I don't have my contacts in, so I hope these pictures are clearer to you than they are to me at the moment.

This being our first child, I didn't know that kids take to chores to easily. I don't know what you other parents are complaining about. This job thing is a cinch!

Tate cleans his room, puts his clothes in the hamper, types up reports, throws away trash, sweeps and mops floors, solves complex math equations and now he walks the dog. Easy-peasy!

This is mom's dog, Herbie, for those who haven't met him. He's cool. Tate insisted on walking him, then promptly marched him over to Teresa's, the neighbor's, home and dropped him off.

Twinners

We visited Nana and Papa in LaGrande last Saturday, and then grandma and grandpa in Pendleton on Sunday. Papa Ritchie took us to the mountain for snowmobiling since there's still snow. Eric loved it and I'm still anticipating spring! We showed up at my mom's and she saw Tate's shirt and said that she has the same one. Hence the pic =())