My tough boys all got Cars tattoos before working on Nena:
I asked Landon a week ago what he wanted to be for Halloween.
Looks like he takes after Grandpa Wittwer in his love of airplanes.
So yesterday morning I brought the cardboard boxes inside before it started raining (brilliant move on my part thank you) so I could have decent cardboard to work with to attempt an airplane. Well the morning was hectic as usual and I was hoping to work on it during a certain big brother's nap (because he often likes to help and this mama gets frustrated with little helpers especially when they are not allowed near Ex-acto knives). Then the wind picks up and POOF! the power is gone. We waited for a few minutes to see if it would come back on....and nothing happened. The quiet was nice--it's amazing how much noise everything makes- even a fridge! But it was getting dark (due to the massive clouds) so we opened the curtains as much as we could to let all the light in and I decided it was a good time to make an airplane. I give you the results:
One happy boy and a propeller that spins.
Unfortunately I don't think the cardboard will hold up until Monday because he loves to crash.
"Oh No!" CRASH! "Back Up. Beep Beep Beep!"..."Oh No!" CRASH! "Back Up. Beep Beep Beep!" Rinse and repeat a gagillion times.
He doesn't understand that airplanes only got forward.
So that evening after scriptures Ian decided to hijack the camera. The remainder of the pictures he took all by himself:
Self portrait complete with chocolate muffin between his teeth.
A snapshot of the plane:
Mommy (and yes tired- no makeup- keepin' it real)
I've always been impressed with his ability to get the camera so the subject is in the center... I have a hard time with that sometimes. Maybe he inherited his photography skills from my Grandpa.
Sorry I haven't been blogging as much as I had promised but we're living life to the fullest so as my little photographer likes to say,
"See ya later alligator!"