Feldman Cubs

I look really serious here, organizing my spices for the long weekend of cooking and napping.

Here’s the thing, though.

Mom really knows how to make me laugh when Dad’s holding the camera. (By the way, here and here are the cameras he uses, for those of you who have been asking. Serious photographers use two.) Mom makes these funny faces and noises and–

Ba ha ha ha!

Cut it out!

You shouldn’t make me laugh while I’m organizing oregano.

Pfffffssssstttt!

Dad says I look like Danielle or Grandma Marianne, when they laugh, in that photo above. I would have more to say abou–

Ba ha ha ha! Quit it!

Grandma Annette and Grandpa Les got me this shiny new guitar.

I like to hold it facing me while I play it.

See?

One sec. This A string is a little flat.

And this B is sharp.

I have no idea what that means, but you totally bought it for a minute there.

Oh, hello.

Not much happened this weekend, so there’s not a lot to talk about.

I hope that’s OK.

(Note my finger-to-the-mouth gesture, which indicates concern.)

Ayup.

Dad did decide to fix the toilet himself this weekend.

I know. We were all concerned.

I even went like this for a little while. But he fixed it right!

Granted, I don’t care what happens with the toilet one way or the other, but I gather it’s really good that it works.