Friday pics and a poem.

Gosh, do I love my boys. And I have a confession to make: I was just kidding when I said it's obvious something is seriously wrong with them :) Just a little Walker humor because all 3 of them are notorious for making the dorkiest (is that a word?) faces EVER when it comes to photographs. I have an entire file of incriminating evidence - the most recent ones being from Europe last summer. For instance, snapping what would have been the perfect shot of them on beautiful Lake Lucerne in Switzerland. As I clicked the camera, once again in that split second, they all managed to make ghastly faces. I distinctly remember a woman who was on our tour and sitting nearby, saying to herself "Three boys in Europe........ I don't know how she does it" :) Well, I do it because I love those three wonderful boys with every fiber of my being. 

Right now I am particularly grateful for my firstborn, who is an amazing human being, and whom I miss very much because he is away at college. I will leave you for the weekend with a clever little poem he just sent me:

A Poem For My Mother's Blog

to be most clear

the purpose of this poem is thus:

to play on witty rhymes while I discuss

my mother's blog

blog rhymes with dog

and  many a picture of dog

there are on the blog

luna and angel, both eskimo breed

of whom we can read

stories of poop

and their antics and deeds

i know these fine two

and their wittle wet nosies

their popcorn scented toesies

and their infamous poo

and i must say their antics

(especially when angel goes frantic)

is a sight to be seen

and a sign of their love

for 'der mommy'

on this blog there are paints

and, with a canvas and brush

and my mother's touch

these paints are arranged

in a tender beauty

blog rhymes with Europe

if i say it does

because

'tis worth noting that we went

and dined with the Queen

and Charlie Sheen

and David Beckham

digress you say?

a pang of jealousy perhaps?

very well: moving on

on this blog there are stories

of memories and lessons learned

like our trip to Lucern

like a Sandpoint reverie

and it's incredible photography

and also there are smiles and peeves

and glasses half full

and chicken guts

on this blog there are boys

of which i am one

and though years may keep falling

like autumn leaves

landmarks of life still help me to see

how our imperfect family

fits perfectly for me

I love you mom!

Happy weekend everyone!