| Sloan woke up from his nap with glorious bed head. I sat him down to eat a perogy lunch. |
| He digs in. |
| He lets me capture his sour cream-bed head on camera |
| A sizable bite |
| He stuffs the rest in with his chubby fingers. "Why are you bugging me, Mom?" |
| He stands up in his chair turns around and asks for more. Too bad there wasn't any left. My kids loooooove perogies! |
| Isn't it wonderful? You want one too, don't you? |
| This is what my bedroom window looks like. It was pretty and glittery with the sun shining through it. |
| This is my street. All the houses look like boxes stuck together. |
| I tried to capture the fluffiness of the snow. |
| This is our box house. |
| I suppose I fit in here, because I'm so white. I camouflage. |
| I liked my outfit and tried to document it. My view looking down on it. |
| somewhat of a bird's eye view |
| Adriel wanted to try. The camera was big and awkward for him and this unflattering picture is the result. |
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