Emily was inducted into the Central Valley High School chapter of the National Honor Society tonight. She is lighting a candle at the table in the middle of the picture.

I just installed the WordPress app on my phone and decided I should test it.

This is from a performance the kids had a couple of weeks ago. Emily, Jessica, and Zachary all performed with their respective school orchestras. Instead of holding the concert at the high school and middle school auditoriums, the director scheduled the Bing Crosby Theater in downtown Spokane.

And the WordPress app for Android works pretty well.

Zachary - Fall 2009

Here is Zachary’s picture. Emily says it looks a lot like last year’s. I think he’s handsome.

Emily - Fall 2009

It’s fall, which means time for school pictures. They took pictures at the high school before school started, so we’ve got her picture back already.

Emily was pretty happy with the results this year.

Here are some pictures:

Waiting for the bus	Getting on the bus
Running toward our hotel	Running toward our hotel

We came home through Grand Coulee and took the tour at the Grand Coulee Dam. All of the pictures for the day are on Flickr.

You expect it from boys.

It’s immortalized in poetry:

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dogs’ tails.
That’s what little boys are made of!

What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice.
That’s what little girls are made of!

It comes in Christmas letters. We got this in a Christmas letter this year:

“He is all boy and has had an excellent year learning to appreciate the passing of gas in all its forms and the value of a booger for grossing out cootie infested girls.”

My sister makes all sorts of claims about the injustice she had to endure in sharing the basement with me (a boy, of all things). I’m sure part of it’s true, but most of it is probably the exaggeration of memory over time.

So with three daughters and one son, you’d think my exposure would be limited. Not so.

We were driving home from church today with a car full of noisy children and Jessica started hacking and gagging. She does have a flair for the dramatic.

She started fumbling with the window control, but I keep the window locks on so that they don’t drive me crazy with the windows. So I hit the button to roll down the window. It was that or listen to her gag and sputter for the next six miles.

And at 35 miles an hour she spits … and doesn’t clear the car.

It’s really my fault. The suburban had a low tire yesterday so I took it to the gas station to pump up the tire. It was pretty grimy from the road chemicals and needed gas (I’m pretty sure Jenny plans it that way), so I filled it up and decided to wash it. Then came the loogie.

Everybody started going on about how gross it was. I chanced a glance over my shoulder at the window and could see the spit being blown across my formerly-clean car with the wind.

But I couldn’t see the loogie. Jenny told me she could see it in her mirror, but I didn’t see what the big deal was — until I got home.

Pictures don’t do it justice. You had to be there and see the three-dimensional blob. But pictures are all you get on the blog. Unless you hock a loogie on the computer screen when you see it. You’ve been warned.

Hock a loogie

Storm total accumulation:
23.3 inches over 36 hours

24-hour Snowfall record:
19.4 inches (highest since 1881)

The snow was heavier east of Spokane. We got 28 inches in Greenacres.

Pictures almost do it justice, so here are a few of them.

You can view the whole set of pictures on Flickr.

Here is the snow cornice coming down:

The girls jumping off the porch into the snow:

And Emily and Aubrey jumping into the snow: