I am not a photographer.  I have a point-and-shoot camera.

Big D is a photographer.  He has not one, but two, top of the line SLR cameras.

But Big D has a life, and I do not, so when I saw that this week for the….

…was school portrait week, I knew I would have to try to photograph my kids, because there is no way in our busy week that I could ask Big D to drag out his backdrops and tripods and such.

Here are my results…

Bonny Annie, my oldest, is smart, creative and fun.  Her academic strength lies in the language arts areas, yet she wants to be a missionary doctor someday, and is aptly fascinated by science.  She loves to read and be crafty.  She likes to watch good movies, Meet Me in St. Louisbeing an all-time favorite.  She loves drama…on stage and off.  She is a blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do and wins medals at every tournament she attends.  She takes great care of her baby brother and nitpicks the middle one.  She is turning 13 in just a couple of weeks.  That scares me.  It scares me badly.

Dirty Harry, my middle child, is athletic, sensitive and hilarious.  His favorite subjects include reading, history, science and spelling.  He doesn’t like math, but he’s a grade ahead of where he’s supposed to be.  He loves Legos and the Wii.  When he grows up he wants to be a professional baseball player, but if that doesn’t work out then he wants to be a Navy chaplain.  He is also a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and is currently playing on a nine year-old travel baseball team for our town.  He thrives in dirt, sweat and grime. 

Cap’n Jack Henry, my baby, is in pre-pre-pre-pre K.  He is happy, hungry and loud.  He likes books, teething rings and stuffed animals.  He will be a year-old in November, but how can that be???  He was only a little over five pounds at birth, but he’s more than tripled his weight since then and all of the problems that the doctors anticipated when he was in the NICU for a week have dissipated as he’s turned out to be a healthy, thriving young un’.  He is a joy and fills our days with laughter….and diapers.

And that’s it.  Those are the students who grace the corridors and desks of Hilltop Academy, drinking our milk and breaking our chalk. 

I am blessed.