Baxter Time

I am right this moment enjoying a bit of quiet time in the Baxter's living room while they make the trek to drop Nathan and Adam off at camp for the week. When Brent, Andrea, and Simon return I will have eggplant pomodoro simmering on the stove, and should be nearly (if not completely) finished with the poster I am presenting in North Carolina in a few days.

Today the boys and I spent some time together after church, since Adam and Nathan had to leave. Adam showed me how to use the timer on my camera, after I repeatedly told him there was not a timer on my camera. (This is a recurring theme in my relationship with said Adam. The boy is a technical wizard.) We took advantage and snapped this group shot,


but not until after we'd played a few more or (much) less successful rounds of Guitar Hero. Adam set me up as "expert" the first time around under the argument that I'm a pianist and hence this should be easy for me. (He may be a technical wizard, but his logic is faulty....) I managed a 76% accuracy rate once we finally put me on "easy", which is one step above "beginner". This was, however, much better than Simon's consistent 4% accuracy over the course of 3 rounds--I guess I can take some small amount of pride in that, in order to save my self-dignity anyway. At least I wasn't one-upped by a four year old.

I don't think I could have begrudged this particular four-year-old though, even if he had seriously embarassed my musician pride. He has me wrapped around his little finger, it is pretty safe to say. He and I had a small photo shoot while we were waiting for Adam and Nathan to finish something up on the computer.

These are only a few of our shots--in most of them one or both of us look a bit stoned. (I can assure you, however, that we were not ...)

Somehow there would be giggles and smiles all over that boy until the number "3" came out of my mouth and then: the deer-in-headlight-stare.

Lucky for me, I get another 40ish hours with the remaining Baxters, once they return this afternoon and before I head off for the South. Hooray is what I say to that....Baxter time is the best time.