Hacker

Here she is the child who has turned our computer world upside down.
Who knew that she was a computer genius.
Too bad her computer skills make me feel stupid.

We can not keep up with her.
She is drawn to the computer by some compelling force.
It calls her, whispers sweet nothings in her ears, tells her to ignore the people hollering in the background, "NO BUTTONS".
Karist <3 computers.

So after many attempts to keep her off and hours of wasted time trying to restore the desktop to its previous appearance we pass worded ALL the computers in the house... from an 18 month old.
Problem solved.
No more worries of deleted programs, desktop icons, and having 78 windows open at once.

Yeah right. She is a hacker and not gonna let a thing like a password stop her.

She is carefully watching.
She might not even be in the room but she is watching.
Leave your seat at the computer and she is in it in 5 seconds flat.
She KNOWS that she has to be quick before the password is enabled.
So I still get my icons deleted and buttons programed to do weird things.

To top things off she is in a nudist stage so there is a good chance that when I get back to my computer not only did she hack it but my office chair is gonna be wet too.

So when the Feds come in 10/15 years I will have to say that yes I was aware that my daughter is a hacker.

She likes the phones too... "Sir, I am sooo sorry my daughter got ahold of the phone...." Sigh.

Fun in the Snow

Another post of mostly pics.

I am tired and still recovering from working on the home projects this weekend.

The kids all had a blast except Karist.

Poor baby was sick and could not go out to play.

Elli threw a 45 minute fit when she had to come in.

Mommy is still healing from the scratches made by Elli's alter ego Monster Ellie when I tried to take her coat off.

Too busy for wordy posts...

So here is a couple thousand words worth of pictures.


Matching Pjs that arrived too late for Christmas. Out of 6 pics none have all the kids all looking at the camera. What is a family picture without at least one butt in it.


Ballerina princesses. Thanks Aunt Becka for the tutus.

Devonae smiling for the camera.

Karist inspecting her brothers picture below.

Danny self portrait.

Elli full speed ahead. Faster than the speed of light is seems.

And to wrap things up Elli appears to be ready for a Victoria Secret photo shoot.

Baby Steps

This is a post for my sister.
Your blog has stagnated.
Please come back to blog world.
Take one small step, post you are alive.
Next post lots and lots of pics.
I looked for a blackmail pic of you but there were none on my computer :(
So yes I am on the verge of issu.....

Oh my goodness Phone !!!!
She is alive and has posted.
We must have some special connection.

Gotta love sisterhood.

Picture Train

A box of wonder. Makeup galore.

BahhhBeee

Plug still intact.

This is fashion at its best.

The wrapping team.

Trouble what trouble.

I don't feel a thing.

Boy those Tylenol were tasty :)

Basement makeover.

Fake windows, courtesy of recycled torn window shade and craft paints.

The red caboose at the end of the train.

Time Flies

Fall was here.
The kids enjoyed it the few moments it stopped by.


Devonae raked this pile of leaves all by herself.
She was so proud of herself she told the neighbor who just got home from work to come and see it.
I don't know this neighbor and neither does she.
When she did not show up on our backyard after 10 minutes Devonae wanted to go knock on her door to remind her about her tremendous pile of leaves that just could not be missed.
I convinced her that while her pile was special the neighbor had other things to do.
She was consoled with a picture of the historic pile and the promise to show it off to family.

So here I am keeping my word.


Fall left and in came Winter.
Winter likes to stay for a long time here.

We interrupt this winter weather to bring you Christmas.

Christmas has come and gone and soon this year will be gone also.

Time flies.

I wonder if it ever lands anywhere?

Merry Christmas Marme

So it is not wrapped.

It might not be finished.

It is certainly late.

One of the sheep have wandered off.

But at least it is spelled correctly... I checked and rechecked.

We all know it is near impossibe for me to spell things correctly and Marme has no qualms about displaying my short comings on her walls.

I love you Mom and I will finish it and go find that lost sheep soon.