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I saw this funny Tumblr page by a guy named Martin Bruckner, who made posters illustrating things his two-year-old daughter said. Here’s my favorite.

Wouldn’t it be cool if everyone felt that way?

I saw a series of photographs by a woman named Emma Phillips; she’d stumbled across a salt mine in Australia and was inspired by the other-worldly appearance of these massive piles of salt. When I saw the pictures I was amazed. I guess I never really thought about how salt is mined, but to see white cliffs and piles hundreds of feet high and bulldozers moving it around just seems unbelievable.

That is a lot of salt.

Kyra whipped up a batch of bonbons yesterday. These are one of my favorite little treats.

She said I could have as many as I want, since I so graciously allow her to win at Mario Kart all the time. Yep, that’s the kind of dad I am.

Whoa, $1.99/gallon for gas? What is this, 2008?

Kyra and Zack came down to my office in the basement and asked if it would be okay if Kyra drove around the subdivision towing Zack on a sled. Apparently they’d asked Mom but she told them to ask Dad. Nice.

After talking about it a bit, we decided that we could do it, but I would drive. I had visions of Kyra getting up to 20-30 mph and Zack wiping out in the back of a parked car or something.

So we tied a saucer sled to the back of my Civic and zipped around a few streets. By “zipped” I mean we topped out at 8 mph. So it wasn’t all that thrilling, but with all of the parked cars and trash cans outside (today is trash day) I didn’t want to end up driving to the emergency room next.

It was rather chilly yesterday. Our thermometer registered below zero, even in midafternoon:

By nightfall it was ten below, and around midnight I noticed it had dropped to almost twenty below.

Brrr…

Christmas nuts…

It’s my intention to someday be able to shoot decent photography. I go on trips every year with Thom and often stand right beside him as we each take pictures of the landscape with our respective cameras. Of course I realize that my camera isn’t nearly as advanced, flexible, or expensive as Thom’s equipment, but it still seems to me that even with a junky camera Thom would be able to take far better pictures than I can. There’s just something about his artistic take on a scene that I can’t duplicate. Yet they say practice makes perfect, so I figure if I practice photography, I may be able to come up with the occasional lucky shot.

Along a similar vein, when I was putting together our annual Christmas photo card, I was hard-pressed to find a lot of pictures of us throughout the year. It’s kind of a shame, because we have plenty of adventures, but I simply don’t have a camera with me all the time and even when I do– on trips, for example– I tend to take pictures of the landscapes instead of the people. I need to be better about photographing my kids, especially now that they’re reaching the age where they’ll start leaving home.

As a result, yesterday I decided I need to put more effort into my photography. I’m going to bring a camera with me more often, and I’m going to simply take more pictures. Some might be boring or interesting only to me, but a guy’s gotta start somewhere. I’ll post some of the pictures here on my blog. If nothing else, over the course of the next year maybe there will be a nice evolution as I improve in skill.

With that said, here are a couple of pictures from our family outing to Old Chicago for dinner last night.

Yesterday afternoon it snowed a bit, which was fun because it was Christmas Day. Laralee and I went on a walk and enjoyed the quiet sidewalks as the snow gently fell on us. Overnight it snowed a bit more, and this morning we woke to a winter wonderland with almost a foot of snow on the ground.

I saw the old chair sitting on our patio and thought it looked kind of cool amidst all the white.

It was another fun Christmas. As we waited for everyone to get situated, I took a few “artistic” shots of our gifts.

Kyra ended up with the most gifts, but only by one. Laralee of all people had the second-most. I suspect it was partly because both of them bought and wrapped gifts for themselves.

‘Twas the year for toilet seats. Back in 1995, for our first Christmas together, Laralee gave me a toilet seat wrapped in a box that was probably 4x4x5 feet. She’d taken it home from a white-elephant party a few days earlier and thought my apartment could use a nicer seat. Well, this year I decided to return the favor because there are some seats in our house that are well-worn. I bought her a three-pack, thinking I was terribly clever, but she had the same idea and gave me one as well. Now we actually have too many toilet seats! I suppose one can be a spare in case of emergency.

Alex ended up with a few practical gifts, like an SSD drive, an electric razor, and a computer (gaming) mouse. But he was pretty happy about them.

Zack scored a bunch of toys, of course, and was thrilled.

After the dust settled and the wrapping paper cleared away, Laralee settled in for her usual pastime: playing Hay Day. Gotta keep those chickens fed!

The boys have left to play with friends, so I guess that means it’s time for me to crack out my new Dominion expansion game and play with Kyra. Woo hoo!