Shoot Me! 7 and 8 of 52

Carin at Forever in Blue Jeans had this great idea to get us in the pictures. Yes, you...the person always holding the camera at family gatherings. The one NOT present in any meaningful way in the family pictures...okay, not present AT ALL in the family pictures. She challenges us all to get in the pictures. Some people have been very creative and set up tripods to capture life. Me? I'm still at the "Darn, I need a picture for Shoot Me!" phase. My pictures have all been taken from a distance exactly equal to how far my own arm reaches from my face. I really need to work on that. This week, however, won't be that week. No, this week I'm catching up from missing a week of blogging so I haven't had time to create something, well, creative. Oh well, maybe next time.

Week 7 of 52:

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of being the first non-family member to watch baby Kaleb. Can you believe it? I was so honored. Do you remember baby Kaleb? He was born at the end of November but still managed to drag his mom to our Christmas party the first week of December. This boy is a charmer! He's already 3 months old, but this picture is from our first "date" when he was 6 or 7 weeks old.
The funniest part? I managed to blink when I was taking my own picture! Come on...that is funny!

Week 8 of 52:

After days of beautiful weather filled with sunshine and blue skies and temperatures in the high 40s and low 50s, we awoke yesterday to big fat fluffy snowflakes falling out of the sky. Today? No snow and bright beautiful sunshine...how weird is that?

Anyway, photographic evidence of the snow is behind me in this photo...you'll just need to take my word for it that I took it yesterday. I pinky promise!

More snow means more shoveling...

Well, I'm sure you've heard that Eastern Washington has experienced record breaking snowfall in the last month. What you might not know is that it isn't expected to stop any time soon. Yesterday dawned bright and crisp and the Nagles headed out to run errands while the road were clear. As we pulled into our driveway, we could see that Mr. R had been hard at work clearing his roof. What we didn't know yet was that he'd spent the previous day clearing the roof for someone whose rafters had snapped! Yep, we've finally reached the point where the load is too much for our homes.

That was all Superman needed to hear. He headed to our roof to start shoveling as well. What none of you know is that I am deathly afraid of having Superman on the roof. It might be irrational, but I was terrified. The only way I could cope was to be outside snapping pictures of these guys so I couldn't hear them over my head! (Okay, seeing the shovel come flying off the roof right after he'd begun didn't help my sanity either.) So, what is the big deal, you ask? Well, look...



...in some places, our roof is three stories from the ground and Superman hasn't been flying too well these days! I spent the day getting a lot of grief from Mr. R for being a scaredy-cat, but I guess Superman doesn't have to hear that his "wife" won't "let" him get on the roof anymore.