Saturday, January 10, 2009

Cereal Art

They grabbed the camera and took off with it.  As so often is the case, I had no idea what they were doing, until it was too late.

It might not have been a big deal, if company wasn't to partake of the medium. They were, so I decided to not publish the photos until they'd had their fill of the boy-germs and gone home still healthy.

Uh, sorry.

*Sons brushing salty hands*

For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, and knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.  ~Matthew 24:38-39


Son3 said...

I washed my hands!

Annie T. said...

Pretty clever works of art, Boys! Do remind me tho', if I ever get to your house, to request no cereal for breakfast! ;)

Laurel said...

I'm one of your blogs "groupies"! A friend and I discovered you while working one day and love your blog. You are even mentioned in one of my friends recent posts. Check us out, Janet at, and I am at

~CarolineNot said...

Laurel & Janet, meeting you in blogworld is such a nice surprise. I'd sure like to squeeze your yellow lab, Laurel, and Janet now knows I firmly believe I deserve to own her chicken calendar. Ahh, those white tail feathers. *sigh*

It'll be my rich pleasure to follow your blogs. ºÜº

Cousin Annie, it's okay, it's okay. You'll possess genetic immunity to the boy-germs deposited on party mix. The dropped hairs from that fat cat ... notsomuch. *shudder* Kinda makes ya ache all over to come for a visit, doesn't it. Ü