The Tree of Life

Here you go. Another version of the Tree of Life.

Madame Mim

Mad Madam Mim. Marvelous, boy. MARVELOUS!

Autumn Backyard

I know nine-tenths of the things we put into what we create is wishful thinking. Thus from our youngest, a vision of a treehouse, even though we don't technically have a tree big enough to house one, and even though at the last house they had a playhouse they wouldn't play in because once, many moons ago, they saw a spider inside it.

We bought a trampoline instead.

Autumn Pressure

Considering that when I camped with the scouts this weekend we woke up to frost on the punkin, I know autumn isn't all that far away. I don't need reminders like this coming home from school, though.

And it appears our youngest wants a treehouse. Even more pressure. HELLLLP!

Day and Night

Here are day and night portraits of our youngest. He must play basketball at school, because we don't have a standard here.

Temples

This from our daughter. It's been on the real physical fridge in our house for a long time, and finally got cleaned off to find a home here.

Superstitious About Safety

Out at work, they're having another kids' poster contest on the theme of superstitions and safety. We'll see if the kids can get better than consolation prizes this time around.

I have to admit, I have my doubts . . .

I Like to Sleep

I think our youngest's caption for this one says it all. I'm just glad he didnt' draw himself sleeping in a drawer, because that's where he really sleeps. Well, we call it a drawer, but it's a trundle bed.

Vader and Luke

Not sure if this pair is raising their hands because they're sure or if they just want to show off their light sabers, but here we have Vader and Luke -- no Anakin, or at least not much of him in our house; we're Star Wars snobs.

Octodog

Here we see our daughter playing with perspective, presenting a head-on view of our new daschshund puppy Dottie. Though our dog is not purple, she does have this dappled look that makes her rather unique. I guess the purple just accentuates her uniqueness.

Follow the Butterflies

Every time I see a butterfly now, I think of poor Ron Weasley lamenting "Why can't it be follow the butterflies?" as he and Harry go off after the spiders.

These butterflies, I'd follow anywhere. And, yes, they're done by our daughter. The boys apparently don't draw butterflies. Not because we've told them they're not macho. But because they just don't draw them.

On the Veldt

So here we have leopards on the Serengeti. Do they have them there? on the Veldt? I'm not sure. I'm hoping so.

Star Wars

Our three children love the Star Wars movies, proving once again that they really are aimed at a prepubescent audience (which is, of course, why I like them).

Here is a series of drawings our youngest has produced of the film -- well, I can't call it a trilogy, so maybe I'll call it a travesty -- and its main Jedi characters. (He's heavily into Jedi stuff; he has his own light saber and walks around the house in my Dickies jacket because it's way too big for him and makes him look like he's wearing a Jedi robe).

First, Luke and Crewman No. 5. Luke's the guy in orange. He doesn't remember who the other guy is.

Next, of course, Yoda. Obviously not in his later, SWK stage, but in an earlier, more robust and obviously more buff stage.

Then good ol' Obi Wan Kenobi, wearing what looks like an angora sweater.

And last but not least Qui-gon Jinn.

The Traditional House

I've got to get this one posted before the artist becomes a teenager -- I've had this one hanging about for a very long time.

Yes, a traditional house. Four-paned windows. Chimney and such. And a goon looking out the window.

Ah, Nostalgia

You know, this really, really made me want to go up to Meadow Lake. Not in the hundreds of feet of snow they've got there at the moment, but sometime soon after all the snow melts.

The Great Seal

Somehow I wasn't surprised when I saw a crossed knife and fork on the seal our youngest brought home from school the other day:

So I asked him to explain why he'd included that particular and uncommonly heraldic item on the seal: "Well," he said, "I put it there because I can win at any eating contest." Given whom this comment comes from, yeah, I believe that.

Here's a closeup of the seal if you're so inclined:

He details his other likes here too: Rain, piano playing, sunshine, and dogs. What a happy little kid we're raising here.

Dad (or a Scruffy-Looking Nerf Herder) and Isaac

Wait a second. When he handed me this drawing a few weeks ago, he said: "Look, Dad, it's you and me." Now he's telling me it's him and Han Solo. I get second billing to a scruffy-looking Nerf herder? Oh well.

Christmas Wish

Yes, it is clear that we have successfully transferred the pop culture of your youth to our own children, seeing as our oldest, in this Christmas card, managed to work in that everybody likes a fat Santa. Eat, eeeat!

Santa Claus!

Well, this drawing isn't going to get any more timely if I let it sit in the file any longer. Here's the Jolly Old Elf himself, with a token elf and reindeer to boot. Don't know why his boots are blue, though. I do know why the coat is orange, however. Our daughter may have drawn the picture, but our orange-loving youngest colored it. That in of itself probably explains the blue boots.

Crayon Family

 

I've had this little drawing kicking around for a while now, and want to get it used here before I forget about it completely and/or its creator leaves elementary school.

This is our family, plus a stranger -- not quite sure who it is and he can't remember -- drawn by our youngest. We're all eyes, apparently.