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Daddy cooked up some darn good fried rice the other night. And, being the groovy guy he is, he decided he was going to eat it with chopsticks. But we had just one pair -- and Devin wanted them. Actually, he demanded them. "Daddy, me!" So Scott gave them over and the kid just dove in. Although he didn't use the "proper" method, he came pretty close. He's two and he's better at it than me!
Rowdy was sure he was close to getting a mouse out of this hole he was digging. I never seen anything even close to looking like a mouse, but like I have said Mom and Dad are giving everything to him so I have to humor him and wish him good luck. Besides I really like the look on his face. The lighting is harsh I just liked his look.
Digging for worms!?!
This is the first in a series of illustration i am creating for a the story i am writing about Lucy. The little girl who likes mud & to play outside, bugs & adventure, picking flowers & never wearing shoes. She is also very often inclined to pick her nose!
Sketch to Illustration:
This is the cellar after 2 months of digging. (Girl in snowsuit is Erwin's daughter Susanne.) Image (2)
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But put out of your mind any romantic ideas that it's a way of glory. It's a life of suffering and hardship, an uncompromising devotion to your oath and your duty.
Michigan? No, Maryland. Western Maryland? No, the Eastern Shore. Wind was worse in the second Blizzard of 2010, especially over the flatlands of Delmarva where the standard showfall is an inch, gone by noon.
Yours truly: "You've done this before, haven't you, Maurilio?"
Maurilio: "Si, Señor."
Yours truly: "Back in Guatemala?"
Maurilio: "Ay, no, Señor."