Yoga Kid

Esmé likes to drag out a yoga mat and then ask me to turn on a yoga video for her.  Now for the record, Kyle and I haven't done any yoga for ages (or any exercise for that matter), so it's not like she lives in some sort of super fit yoga freak house or anything.  She just likes it I guess.
Anyway, I found some kid's yoga online which she really got into.  So much so that when she got bored of doing the yoga, she just sat there watching the yoga video!

Big Happy

Can you draw a line from each parent to their matching child?

Just Another Day At the Office

Kyle doing location scouting on top of The Chief.

Bath Baby

Guess who loves baths?

The Mural

Mama With a Cane and a Baby

Marker on Sheet Rock

2013

One morning Kyle rolled out of bed and took Tyne into Esmé's room to change her diaper.  As he fumbled with the diaper, half asleep and groggy-eyed, Esmé (our early riser) said, "Look Papa, look at my drawing!" 

Kyle mumbled, "Uh huh, just a sec," still fiddling with the diaper.  

"Look Papa!" again from the proud artist.

He finally looked up and there in front of him was a life-sized portrait drawn with care and precision by our little Michelangelo.  

Kyle, unsure how to react, maintained a straight face and called in backup (me) to set the tone for the situation. My response was much less dignified as I burst out laughing, which quickly turned to snorting as I tried to swallow my amusement.

Once I gained control of myself, I sat down with Esmé and informed her that drawing on walls was, in fact, wrong.  To which her pride suddenly faded into horror as the prospect of a time-out loomed ahead.  But how could I possibly punish such talent?  

We kept the mural up for as long as possible to admire the beauty (and so I could giggle every time I walked past her room.)  

Eat your heart out Sistine Chapel.  

And no, it didn't all come off.