Pretty. Not just pretty, but beautiful! The Nativity that the boys made. (I confess to scooping out a lot of decaying plant matter before I took the picture. There was also a wooly bear caterpillar inside, but he crawled out and got lost.)
Happy. This boy is happy. We are trying to give the boys plenty to do. Will gave them a broken printer to take apart. Bliss!
Happy. This baby is happy! Always happy! Rafe, we are so glad you came. You gladden our house.
Funny. Doesn't this picture look so safe? What with the carefully-balanced four-year-old, the table-scaling toddler, and the baby lying unbuckled in his carseat? All precariously balanced on the edge of the table? Not to mention knitting needles and hot drinks? Doesn't it look like a careful, controlling, good mother is keeping an eye on things? (Rafe's carseat says "Safety 1st"—which I think is funny.)
(Thank goodness there is a good mother, over there on the wall!)
Funny. Well, not that funny. Just a little bizarre. Will with socks resting on his shoulders.