Tonight is one of the stranger evenings I have ever spent.  My wife being exceedingly great with child was having contractions at frequent enough intervals to raise concern.  I elected to stay home from church, SOMETHING I DO NOT LIKE TO DO AND TRY ALWAYS TO AVOID, to take care of her and watch my rather, shall I say, vigorous children.

 

Both my son and daughter, the visible ones that is, are a bit of a handful.  My daughter alone can single-handedly destroy a large boulder in seconds... with her teeth.

 

They can be frightening.

 

Among other things I have experienced tonight are my daughter attempting to smile for the camera and snarling, my son wearing my pants (his whole body in one leg) while dancing, my daughter trying repeatedly to hurl herself upon my very pregnant wife's recumbent form, both children screaming simultaneously at full volume, my daughter randomly walking around with a loaded coffee cup, my son throwing things at my daughter while seated upon the toilet, and on and on.

 

Below I have attached some random pictures of the evening some of which should shed some light upon my household.  Strange indeed.

 

My snarling/smiling daughter.

My family whom I adore.

My dog whom I despise.

My boat, feeling neglected.

My very wonderful laptop stand mounted in my work van.

My son wearing my pants.

Ditto. Not sure what the hand is doing though.

Baring her teeth yet again.