Sophie distressed as the remote-control truck heads toward her new toy.
Butter sculpture. (All those carving lessons, finally paying off.)
Sophie and Billy enjoying the spoils. I whipped around, ran into my brother and he dropped a full, kiddie-sized plate, on the floor. My other brother went in for the catch, missed, and was scalded by a flying meatball. (The injury wasn't serious.)
These Christmas lights have been up every year as far back as I can remember. The steering wheel doesn't make the best tripod. Pretend you're not wearing your glasses.
I think the out-of-focusness of this one makes it artistic.