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We welcomed Earl Gray Evans to the family Christmas morning. He's probably about 3 or 4 months old and has more hair than body. So far I don't think the little Prince's feet have touched the ground for more than five minutes at a time.

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And I received a WONDERFUL gift which I didn't even know I wanted: a Canon Rebel XT. Hart scored gigantically in the giving department this year, and the best part is, all of his Canon lenses fit the new camera, even that great big white one!



The very first picture taken with my new camera: Ruth and her articulated wooden snake



Luke and Earl get acquainted



Changing the lens to Hart's 100mm macro: Ruth and her butterfly ornament



Lilu's not so sure what she thinks about Earl Fluffball

Well, I knew it was going to happen. I'd have to finish up the PIRC Beginner's Workshop sometime. But still... I'm going to miss being subscribed to that list!

Since our final projects don't stay up on the PIRC webserver for very long, I've put together a little page that looks similar to my final project and has my favorite works all in one place. Hope you enjoy!

I'm almost done with the PIRC workshop, though I'm trying really hard to lengthen out these last lessons. I don't want to unsub from the list because I love seeing the work that comes through each day!

Anyway, here's the flowers from my fourth to last lesson. They were created using bezier curves. I am now proficient at making a gorgeous petal shaped curve, but I STILL don't get how to use the tool for preliminary drawing.

You know, I really don't mind people using some of my images in their own blogs/sites (though a credit back would be nice), but at least save them to your own space. I don't wanna pay your way, I have two kids who already have that right reserved.

I can remember vividly my last parent-sponsored birthday party... Ten young girls helped me whoop up my official entry into the double digit years. I recall receiving a poster of Sean Cassidy sporting a hairless chest (which was promptly covered with lipsticked kisses over the following weeks, though I had no idea why he was famous and still don't).

Vivid, also, is the memory of my mother telling me that this would be the last big birthday shin-dig. All remaining birthdays would be quiet affairs, dinner and dessert with the parental units... or maybe one friend over for a sleepover.

Oh, what sorrow! I would NEVER do that to my own children! I was absolutely positive that I had the meanest mother in the whole wide world. I must have been adopted. My real parents wouldn't do that.

Imagine my surprise this week when my mother's speech of so many years ago issued forth from my very own mouth.

Luke took the news about as well as I did when I was his age. But he was happy with his home-made Lego-Spaceman invitation...