An Interpretation of Gandalf

Yeah, yeah, I know. Yet another video of Wesley. But Shannon won't let us put anything of her on.

So, tonight was supposed to be of the quiet, popcorn and a movie variety. But if you actually do know our family, and are not just someone who was flipping through blogs one day and thought ours was worth looking at, you'll know that things don't often go as planned or expected.

During dinner, Aislinn was cutting an orange with our new, rather sharp knives, and it slipped. The resulting cut wasn't nearly as bad as you might think, seeing Mom's reaction, but it did warrant a trip to a neighbor's for a second opinion and then a short excursion to the ER, where a very nice nurse told us she didn't need stitches and gave us some special kind of bandaids and stuff to clean it up. So, while we're waiting to finally start that movie, I'm typing this. And, lucky me, I get to listen to Riley singing 'Start All Over', originally performed by Miley Cyrus. Fortunately, the Dies Irae movement from Mozart's Requiem is doing a pretty good job of blocking that out.

Next week, most of us will be playing at a music festival-thingy, four of us doing solos, Shannon doing a duet with Laura, and the quartet is doing something. Aislinn just got out of it, because her injury is on the wrong finger. Or the right finger, depending on which way you look at it. After a quartet lesson today, some of us went over to the Southardses, and then some more of us went to the mall. Anna, Shannon and Laura bought what one usually buys on a trip to the mall: clothes and shoes. I bought a book. Go figure.

Wesley getting a haircut.

Janelle. 'Nough said.

Oh, how we impose upon Laura.

That shoe was so much cuter in person. Or however you'd say that.

Cheers,

McKenna