51% brains, 25% cutonium, 24% stubbornium.
Loves butterflies, Hello Kitty, dogs, her stuffed bear, milk, spinning on swings, drawing, and a million other things.
Hates peanut butter, bedtime, and getting her hair brushed.
Will not accept anyone telling her “you can’t do that”.
Accepts only two possible ways of doing things: her way and the wrong way.
Is one of my two greatest accomplishments in this life.
Turns five years old today.
Happy birthday, little girl. It’s your world out there, and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
Playing with the Hipstamatic app on the iPhone.
She just showed up in the living room like that and said, “Look! I’m Saturn!”
A little while ago, Lyra toddled off to the back of the house. She came back a few minutes later and announced that she had her own office now. I went to investigate and found this setup:
“See, Daddy? It’s just like your office.”
Back in October, my friend Oleg was up at Castle Frostbite for a visit. He took a bunch of pictures for a super-secret project, and a bunch more for the family album. I just got a DVD in the mail with the photographic take of the day, and thought I’d share some shots.
(All photos courtesy of Oleg Volk.)
Wringing out Oleg’s suppressed Walther P22 with green Viridian laser.
Traipsing through the woods with my first and favorite rifle ever, a chopped-down No.4 “Tanker” Enfield.
The kids, assembling their List of Demands for Santa.
The Lord and Lady of the manor.
Lyra, three and a half.
Here’s a snapshot from our vacation I rather like. I call it “Little Girl, Big Ocean.”