Leftovers to Begin the Meal

For the last six months or so, I've been waiting for the half-broken autofocus in my camera lens to die completely.  I thought that it would perhaps slow my snapshotting down to a reasonable amount. Well, the auto focus is now in the boneyard, and, judging from the amount of snapshots I just had to load, it hasn't helped slow things one bit.  I don't know if you'll cheer or groan to hear that, but here's the stack, piled as high as always, beginning with some leftovers.

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I painted a Silver Surfer shirt for John, but I've decided to call it his Gunfight Shirt.  From ten paces away, it looks great, but any closer, and you can see the dozen+ smudges from me dropping the paintbrush on it, as well as the evidence of children racing around the table as I made it.

Just right for a gunfight at ten paces.

Annika made this hat for a secret recipient.






Piper fooled me well.  On Christmas Eve, she came to me and asked me to pull her front tooth out.  I'd been itching to pull it out all week, because she wiggled it back and forth so gingerly that I thought it might stay until she was twenty.  I asked her if I could take one last picture of her with two front baby teeth, and she gave Millie the look on the left before grinning big for the picture...with her tooth already gone.

She was as pleased as can be, the little trickster.




These two sometimes get along like cheese and wine.






Millie kneads salt into fresh butter.