I can't remember what this was, but Samantha wanted to make an 8-bit dog. She wanted me to take a picture of them.
And the back.
We were up at my Mom's house, not sure why, and Jason kept dragging me into my Mom's room to lay down on her bed. I finally figured out he had a fever.
Brett was making my sister Leslie a table. He had to plane it all down to size. This is what happens when you have a lot of wood to plane.
I love to watch Tori's hands as she reads her braille.