Henry’s First Easter

Get a load of the cuteness here. If you haven’t had your baby fix in a while, be prepared–you might find yourself begging to hold a strangers baby at the grocery store or something.

The first picture is of Henry and my Dad.



While looking through yesterday’s Easter pictures, I decided. It was time for the girl to get a hair cut.

See? A serious case of hairinthefaceitis.

She was very excited. So she put on her favorite dress.

Next, I steeled myself to cut that soft, golden hair without sniffling. She was braver.

Snip, sniff…snip…sniff…(actually, that’s only how it played out in my head. Unfortunately that is the only place that slow motion exists. In reality it was more like quick-snip-snip-in-the-three-golden-seconds-she-has-given-me-with-no-moving.)

I think she likes it…

So do I. Who is this little girl? Where did my baby go? All of a sudden she looks three years older. And darn cute.


He Never Saw It Coming

Once there was a fly, (or perhaps he was a bee)

who hummed a tune of summertime

as he buzzed from tree to tree.

He wasn’t paying attention,

just singing, “La la!” and “Whee!”

when all of a sudden

there came from behind

a car he did not see.


For Chrissie

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In case you’re wondering why you just spent fifteen seconds of your life looking at pictures of cups, please allow me to explain. I want your money. As my most recent blog post here explains, I am fund-raising to dig a well for a community without clean water. The pictures above are currently on display in the Scandia Bakery in Stanwood, and thanks to Scandia and The Gallery by the Bay, 100% of the purchase price will go towards that well. If you are local, every donation comes with a framed picture. If you aren’t, then you get a print because I’m not mailing picture frames. Sorry. Please contact me for print sizes and selection.


Turning Coffee Into Water

Here’s an age-old question that sounds innocent, but is really just a sneaky way to weasel out of responsibility. Who is my neighbor? It’s not so unlike Am I my brother’s keeper? I think we ask these questions because we’re really just looking for someone to reassure our selfish tendencies. Here’s the simple answer. Your neighbor is anyone who has a need that you are aware of. Not necessarily someone who shares your neighborhood, social status, or geographic location.

If this is true, then one in six of your friends does not have access to clean water. How many people are in your immediate family or close circle of friends? Who is your one in six? Mine is my little sister. I can’t imagine her going all day with nothing better than murky, disease ridden water that was carried for miles before she could drink it. Allowing her to take the place in my head of some nameless, faceless person who I will never meet seems a little more effective to my heart response.

I hope you can allow this to challenge your perspective on the poor…the orphaned, widows, and the waterless. I hope you can balk for a tiny bit at the ridiculousness of picturing your best friend since high school with no clean water, and remind yourself that this is how Jesus wants us to understand His good neighbor gospel. I can almost hear the jingle, Like a good neighbor, (insert name here) is there!

I know. that was cheesy. Seriously catchy jingle. That’s probably why I have my insurance through State Farm. I feel like a sell-out all of a sudden…

Anyway, so right now I have a bunch of photos on display in Scandia Bakery in stanwood. If you are a local yokel, please go check them out. On display is a tea and coffee still life collection to illustrate the simple pleasure most of us enjoy every day. The prices start at a minimum suggested donation of $60 per piece, but please feel free to donate more. 100% of the profits will be used to dig a deep well in another country where coffee isn’t a possibility. Please contact me for reprints or different sizes. Who is your one in six?