Sometimes there is a very small, very clever little 4 year old girl at the house. Sometimes she finds the camera and sometimes…when she’s really quiet, she catches me off guard and snaps a couple photos. I have to hand it to her though, she’s not a bad photographer for only being on the planet since 2003.
For those interested, you’ll see a large painting behind me. This is pretty much how they look after I’ve got things close to figured out. All this one needs now is hours and hours (and hours!) of patient details. In other news, I actually grew a moustache. To my surprise, and sure to be my mother’s delight…it has a definite reddish hue. The viking blood will out, I suppose.