We had Family Home Evening tonight. I know we're supposed to do it on Mondays, but we get credit for trying, right?
We had a lesson from Matthew on the importance of getting our work done before we play. He gets credit for trying too :)
We had root beer floats for a treat, and then Emma provided our activity: Everyone drew a picture of the family.
Art is short for articulation, it is our personal perspective on the world. I found it very interesting to browse through the family "art" tonight, and have a look at our little family, through each of their eyes. Up first:
This one is full of subtle context. First of all, we're all sort of "bursting" on to the scene -- like something from a broadway musical. I'm on the far left, and I have a "Y" tattooed on my forehead -- but it looks a little like the swastika tattooed on Charles Manson's forehead. Emma is on the far right, and her head appears to have exploded.
This is the most accurate representation of our family.
Matthew is a minimalist when it comes to art -- which is why we look like flowers (or the aliens from Close Encounters of the Third Kind). He's also a little vague about who is actually in the family -- I have no idea who Dan is.
Jordan is our artist. She works the longest, and takes the project the most serious -- she's going to be a fashion designer when she grows up. So, even though we all look like thumbs -- we're impeccably dressed thumbs. And I have eyelashes every man would kill for -- the kind you can pick things up with.
Dad (that's me)
If, while perusing my blog, you have ever asked yourself "Why did Chris start taking pictures?"
Well, this is why. We look like we have Tyrannosaurus Rex arms. And I embellished the amount of hair I actually have on my head. But, you'll notice that my picture is the only one that actually included our dog, Vader.
That's because Vader only exists virtually -- I created him on the Wii Fit Plus. But, I have to tell you, as far as pets go, he's been virtually no trouble at all. Ha ha.
We are a symmetrical bunch though....
And last of all:
Sharon (mom, the boss, numero uno honcho, the big cheese...)
This one is my favorite of all. The girls in the family all grow beards, my hair is some kind of punk purple, pink, brown conglomeration (but at least it's there), the men only wear ties, and the women only wear lampshades.
So, that's our family. Feel free to drop by anytime.