Holder House

Video Killed the Radio Star

Here it is - the latest vid of the kids. 

Peace Out :-)

A Seriez of Snapz.

I have been accused of only putting "good" pix here on the blog, so I am going to defend my honour by putting a whole whack of the snapshottiest snapshots you have ever seen. 

You are going to see the good, the bad and the ugly....but I want to show that I do try and take time to capture the special moments, the crazy moments and the moments no one cares about except for me.

So here goes...

Some Art By Samuel.

And here is a series of odd and different things I have found written around the house:

OOOOOOkkaayyyyy......

Now here's some good old fashioned cookie decorating:

Now here's a whole bunch of the L-Man, rashy face and all.

Now, for some really snapshotty snapshots...Easter! Including Lucas' first experience with chocolate...based on his reaction, probably not his last!

Well, that's it for now!

Enjoy!!!

Heard Around the House.

Georgia:

"Mommy? Why is your tummy so big in that picture?"

"Because I had a baby in there, honey."

"Oh. Did you eat it?"

Georgia again:

"Daddy. You have big boobies, just like Mommy!"

Gotta love the unique perspective of a three year old.

More New Pics

Because I gotta post something!

There's not much new around here, so here are some pics to tide you over.

Here's the G-ster doing her thing:

Here's a few in actual clothes, as opposed to a costume (which she spends 95% of her time in, btw).

This one's a little out of focus but I lurve it anyway.

Now - some of ther L-Man, who, by the way, is VERY tough to get an in-focus image of, as he moves FAST, and ALL THE TIME.

But here's a try.

So that's it. Enjoy, and hopefully next time I'll have something interesting to say!

Some Recents of Jonah & Georgia.

Don't worry, I'll eventually post about new York. Once my sister forgets I have the pictures :-)

In the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, here are a few of my middle two monkeys!

Bird's The Word.

Or caused some people around here to say some words, anyway. 

BAD words.

Let's start at the beginning, which is of course, always the best place to start things.

It starts with the Christmas wreath on our front door.

What does this have to do with birds and bad words you ask?

Well, pretty much everything.

You see, said aforementioned bird had decided to build a nest in said, aforementioned wreath.

So, the other night, Jim opened the door, and this dumbass bird flies in. Or maybe not so dumb, it is, after all, 72 degrees in the house, and colder than a witch's you-know-what outside.

You can imagine the pandemonium which followed the entrance of Senor Bird in the house. Screeching. Laughing. Running. Pointing.

And that was just me.

The kids totally flipped out! There's a BIRD flying around in our house!

Well, Jim set to work trying to catch the bird. He tried to get it down from our upper window sills, which only succeeded in driving it upstairs. He finally got close enough to throw a towel over it, and that bird was caught. Just like that. Lickety split.

So he takes the bird downstairs, opens the door. Sets it free.

And the effing thing flies right back into the house.

Enter a string of VERY bad words.

This time, Senor Bird proves to be a little more elusive. He has headed upstairs, but we can't quite locate him. He has gone to ground somewhere in my bedroom we deduce, clued in by the bird crap all over the silk lampshade on my nightstand.

We decide to give up for a short while, sure in the knowledge that the bird can't hide forever. 

We put the kids to bed. They all request closed doors, as they all have slight fears that the bird may peck/crap on them during the night.

I decide to get ready for bed as well, head into our little toilette room when, like an angry god after a sinner, who arises out of the floral arrangement on my toilet tank all set to divebomb my head, but Senor Bird.

We've got him cornered!

There's nowhere he can go! 

So I shut the bathroom door and yell for our resident bird catcher extraordinaire.

He does it again!

He catches the bird!

And this time, he CLOSES the front door before he lets the little sucker go.

Without further ado, I present to you, Senor Bird, and his nemesis, Bird Catcher Man.

Senor Bird, are you ready for your close up?

And yes, this is bird crap.

Angels Are Everywhere.

Even in my basement studio.

Here's the proof!

The G-ster.

On a chair. In the sun. Wearing the new jacket her Nana just bought her. Telling me the entire time she didn't want her picture taken.

I wanted some autumn pictures, but is it really fall when it's 75 degrees? Maybe that's why she wasn't too into it.

Well - I had the candy, so guess who got her way?

 

 

 

And So It Begins...

Gorgeous Georgia.

This is my absolutely GORGEOUS baby girl. Can you believe that she is three?

She HAD to have her picture taken when she put this dress on, because I look like a princess, Mommy!".

Who am I to say no?

Here she is.

My baby girl.