Friday, November 26, 2010


I don't know if you can tell, but I am camera-less right now :) So.. updates will be perhaps less than exciting, my apologies.

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving day. For the last three years we have celebrated the holiday amongst friends in a country that doesn't share it. They were special and sweet, and we have very precious memories from those Thanksgiving meals in Scotland. But.. I am so thankful that this year we got to be in the United States, with some family members, eating a traditional meal and enjoying that afternoon lethargy that follows the consumption of much good food.

We have so many things to be thankful for, and as always, are trying to live each day in testimony to that. I am often overwhelmed by the way the Lord is taking care of us, ways we never expected. Just the other day I was praying with Aed before bed and thanked the Lord that life is not as plush as it has been in the past, because it is absolutely amazing to watch what He does to make much from little. Somehow, things just keep working out. And for that, I am beyond thankful.

We have great expectations for the year ahead. A lot will change, that much we know. And I, for one, am thankful that it is Jesus that will be leading us along the way. One day at a time.

Now I know I haven't been posting very frequently, and I know I haven't posted enough pictures of my darling babe, and I do apologize. Life is life and I always let it win over the blog. :) And even though I don't have a camera at the moment, I do have some pictures from September/Octoberish that I would love to share..

Isn't he cute?!? Just kidding! This, though, is Aed's first personal pizza :) We like to make homemade pizza, and do it about once a week. So last time we made them, I made the Aedster his own little pizza with quinoa, spinach, chicken, pesto, and cheese.. He LOVED it!

I often try to do some dishes while Aed is eating lunch. One day I heard some strange noises coming from the highchair, but didn't bother to turn around to see what he was doing. When I finished what I was doing, I turned around to find this:

My little orange-juice soaked stinker, who figured out that if he shook his sippy cup really hard, it would spray him with juice :) And he was loving it.

Isn't he cute? :)

Curls. I was so surprised when I looked at this picture, because he has so much more hair now then he did when it was taken. I am thankful for a baby with curls! I hope they last! :)

This is just a beautiful view of the clouds from our window in St Andrews. I love those clouds.

And THIS is a special hairdo that Daddy did in the tub one night. Aed was a fan.. but he didn't let on :)

I have some cute pics of the three cousins in the tub, and the biggest goose egg known to mankind on my not-so-big Aedykin's head, but they are on other people's cameras, so you'll just have to wait :) Enjoy your weekend!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Something is better than nothing

So I am the kind of person that likes to do things completely. When I clean up the dishes, I clean the kitchen too. Wipe down the counters, clean the stove, etc. When I put away the toys, they all go away to their little homes on the shelves. When I commit to something, I feel the need to see it through. Sometimes Ian and I refer to it as ‘go mode’. I get started and can’t do anything else until I finish.

I am finding that this is good and bad. It’s bad in that if I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish something, or to succeed at it, I just don’t do it. As one example, there have been times when I have given up altogether on attempting to read my Bible or have a ‘quiet time’ with the Lord because I knew that each day was too unpredictable and I wouldn’t be able to be consistent in it. Another example would be my lack of personal artwork. I know that chances are if I sit down to start something, I will be interrupted and most likely it won’t turn out the way I want it to, so I just don’t do it.

This started to frustrate me because I was doing this with things that were really important to me. Things that I felt an urgency to pursue.

One day I was doing something (probably making the bed.. that tends to be when things suddenly hit me :), and I realized that something is better than nothing. You know, maybe I won’t be able to carve out a time to read all that I want to read in the Bible each day, but it’s important for me to seize the moments I do have, even if it’s only 15 minutes, and use them well. Maybe one day I’ll only be able to get ready to paint and not even actually touch a brush to paper, but I’ll be that much more ready when an opportunity might arise the next day.

The pace of life and my opportunities to do things I used to do have changed. And they’ll keep changing. My making-the-bed-epiphanies are helping me adapt. Like realizing that oh-so-often, something is better than nothing.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

This is what happens when..

You roll over and walk away mid-diaper change.

Little stinker.

p.s. Sorry for the long break between posts! Everything's fine, we've just been really busy.. Hopefully I'll get back on track with updating!

Saturday, October 09, 2010

The fruits of my (our) labor

In this picture:

Apples from our apple tree that were combined with berries picked from our garden and various locations around town (all growing wildly, thus entirely free) to make a delicious crisp.

Chicken stock made in my very own crock-pot from a nasty ol’ carcass, used to make gravy for a warming, filling, comforting chicken pot pie.

And, the fruit of my labor that I am most proud of scrounging around on the floor.. :)

Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Friday, October 08, 2010

Two Lost Photographs

These photographs were intended to go in another post. But, I forgot to include them. So I decided to give them their own post.

This is an apple pie I made a while ago when we had some friends over for dinner. Apples from the back yard - seriously, everyone should have their own apple tree.. It was delicious and as you can see, it was my first time doing a lattice top crust. Hopefully practice will lead to improvement :)

Pictured here is a still life including the evidence of a spaghetti sauce that I improved one night for dinner. It was also delicious.. I could tell by Ian's exclamation of joy after he put it in his mouth. I just liked the stuff on the counter.. that's all there is to it.

Tada! Two random pictures for your Friday night consumption.. you can thank me later :)

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Sometimes you just need a walking stick..

Ok, well, we’re pretty sure that was some dog’s fetching stick, but it easily became Aed’s walking stick!

He walked all over with that thing. We went out with the intention of going to the swings, but once the stick was in his hand, we didn’t make 10 yards from the house :)

By the way.. he’s wearing my absolute favorite pants in these pics. Sadly, they are no longer in rotation. This was their final debut. It might be hard to believe, but they had to be peeled off of him, so I decided it was time. Sigh.

Well, Mama decided that while we were out we should pick some berries. We have a little blackberry bush growing over our garden wall, and there are lots of bushes all along the path we live on. We started in the backyard and that’s where the love story begins..

I didn’t think he’d find his true love so soon, nor did I think he’d choose one so immodest. But she is just his size I suppose..

Thankfully, she doesn’t stray far, so we can go out and visit her as often as we like :)

Monday, October 04, 2010

Hopes and Dreams

I wanted to have a baby not long after we got married. I might be so bold as to say that Ian did too, but I can’t really remember.

Of course, we didn’t, because I hadn’t finished my college degree yet.

Some people might say that we shouldn’t have gotten married at all if we weren’t ready to have children, but I would respond that we were doing what we felt the Lord was leading us to do. We knew we wanted a family, we just didn’t know when.

Throughout my life I have pursued a lot of areas of interest. I love learning, and I loved school. I would just keep going to school indefinitely if life didn’t ask other things of me. But I’m glad it does, because I value learning, but there’s more than one way to learn.

I took every science I could throughout high school. I ate it up. I thought I would pursue the sciences in college as well.

God had other plans, and right towards the end of it all I decided to study art instead. Initially headed in the direction of art education, after one semester I dropped the education and dove in head first to a realm that I was immature in and unacquainted with, but I knew I wanted it.

I fought to learn and succeed, and God was gracious and allowed art to consume my thinking. I was fully immersed, I was gaining respect, I was an artist through and through.

During my time at college, I used to say that when I was done doing whatever I did with my life, I was going to open a bakery. Then, when I was done with that, a flower shop. I thought it would be fun to write and illustrate children’s literature. I wanted to keep in touch with the child psychology and education that I had dabbled in. I began to find scientific illustration fascinating. And on it went.

When I graduated from college, we were trading roles. Ian was going to study, I was going to support. I had some graphic design clients and found things to do here and there after we moved until I found a job in graphic design.

I always struggled with the idea that if I left school and just stayed home to have babies, I would be wasting my education. I had a hard time reconciling this idea with knowing that I wanted to have a family. My dad always said that education was never a waste. But still, I wanted it to be worth it. I wanted to use it.

I was also afraid that I wouldn’t be able to pursue the things I wanted to.. like my bakery and flower shop somewhere in the distance, let alone art and everything else I was interested in.

It dawned on me some time ago, that having a baby has not taken me away from these things, but immersed me in them.. maybe just not in the tidy box I’d thought they’d come in.

I bake all the time. I am involved in several evening activities and often bake for them, and I love (usually!) making meals and desserts for my family as well. I love being in the kitchen.

I have a garden. Admittedly, I don’t have the slightest idea what I am doing out there, but I love look at it and pretend I had something to do with the lovely flowers that grow, the berry bushes that ripen, the apples that fall to the ground.

I am bringing up a boy. A boy who will likely love to explore nature and all the creepy crawlies in it.. biology at it’s finest. Not to mention the opportunity to educate and watch the development of a child firsthand.

Life comes in seasons. I think different aspects of a person’s nature also have different seasons. Right now, my season as an artist has taken a winter break, but many other areas are flourishing in the sunshine of summer. Winter is turning into spring, and I can feel the creative juices beginning to flow again. I have plans in my mind for new artwork and a little book for children. I am anticipating a certain child’s imagination blooming in the next few years, and working together to explore and create in the realm of fine art.

What I am ultimately saying is, staying at home with my child has not closed the doors I thought it would in my life. It has opened doors that I didn’t know I wanted open, and allowed me to pursue all kinds of things I never would have been able to chase after if I had been in a ‘usual’ job, or grad school, or so many other paths that wouldn’t have been just right.

As our family grows and life continues to change, I know some things will take a back seat, corners will be cut, seasons will change again. But, as I think about the way life has changed and journeyed along already, I know there will be goodness. I know that I walk with Jesus and my family, and that means there will be fulfillment. I pray that God will always open my eyes to the good things he is putting in my life, no matter how buried or disguised they may be.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Baby Legs

The other day I put Aed down for his afternoon nap with no pants on.

Sometimes I do that as a surprise for when Daddy gets him up in the early evening.. I’m sneaky like that.

Well this particular day, he made it all the way downstairs with no pants on, so we got to feast our eyes on his scrumptious baby legs.

See what I mean?

Makes me want to plant kisses all over those delectable toddling stripes.

I’m thinking maybe we should move to a warmer country so these legs aren’t hidden all the time.. Then again.. maybe it’s better for everyone that they are :)

Monday, September 27, 2010

Now You See Him..

Now you don’t!

When he’s not doing this..

(video coming soon..)

Aed loves to sit and read with anyone that’s able.

He will occasionally try to flip through on his own, but usually that leads to great amounts of frustration and lots of whining until someone either helps him turn the pages or cuddles him up for a good read. We go through all the books on his shelf most every day!

I am thankful that he loves to read, because it’s the only time he’ll sit still long enough for me to nuzzle his fuzzy head and breathe in his tasty goodness :)

Sunday, September 26, 2010

40 Days to Reconsider

I have decided to do something slightly drastic with my life.

I think blogs are a wonderful thing. I have loved keeping up ours, and I have loved discovering so many wonderful people and ideas through all the blogs out here in these crazy interwebs. Not to mention keeping up with many dear ones, near and far.

I was lying in bed wishing I was asleep last Thursday night, when I suddenly had the idea that I should do a blog fast. I’ve tried this before, but only for a very brief period of time, so there wasn’t much of an outcome. I thought this time around I’d be a little more drastic and do a 40 day blog fast.

I considered trying to make it coincide with the holidays or maybe doing it in the spring for Lent. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I need to do it right now. There’s just no point in putting it off.

It has been a long time in coming. Early on in Aed’s life I would often peruse the internet during those long feedings, and I found so many amazing blogs. Blogs of crafty people, blogs of moms, blogs of Christians that spoke so poignantly. I always felt encouraged and challenged to think about my life, my family structure, my parenting. It seemed a great gift, and I believe it is, but I need to step back for a while.

I have come to realize that I am spending more of my time reading about other people’s lives than I am living my own life. It is just too comfortable to put Aed down for a nap, come downstairs, cozy up on the couch, and catch up on everyone that has something to say that day. I could be using those nap times so much more effectively, but I am too weak-willed to say no to the easy route!

My hope is that by cutting out this time-suck cold turkey, I will have some time to reconsider what I am doing with my days as the clock ticks on.

I want to pursue my relationship with the Lord. My art. My husband, my child, my family, my friends. I want to be ready to meet needs and to be thoughtful about my life and the people around me. I want to learn and explore and engage. I want so many things that I simply do not think I will ever accomplish unless I take some time to examine my priorities.

I have always desired these things, and now I am making way for them to really happen.

Starting tomorrow, I will kiss the blogging world goodbye. I will still keep up with ours, but from September 27th to November 6th (hopefully I counted right!), ours will be the only one I see.

I am declaring this to all of you to give myself even more accountability than my husband provides :) Maybe there is something you’ve been considering giving up as well? There is no time like the present and there is strength in solidarity! Go for it!

Friday, September 24, 2010

I Am Entitled to My Anger.. Right?

During those long, long, long first months of Aed’s life, there was a lot of struggle. He was struggling, we were struggling, and there didn’t seem to be a lot we could do about it.

Every day wasn’t bad, but so many were so difficult. I would reach my limit some days and ask Ian to come home to attempt to quiet our screaming babe while I ran away or did something else for a while.

My frustration would peak and I would lose all sense of sympathy for my child and just get angry. Why does he always cry? Why won’t he just sleep? Why, why, why? I often felt like a failure and as time passed and we found there were some reasons for his crying, I turned to struggling with guilt.

In a situation like that – one which repeats itself again and again – a natural response is to find coping mechanisms. I knew that I struggled with anger during some of those times, and so I would try to redirect myself. I found that if I was fuming and frustrated, so was the rest of my home. So I read about screaming babies online, causes, ways to deal with it. I found some very helpful things.. In fact one little blurb completely changed my outlook on the crying, but it didn’t stop the crying, so it was still a daily struggle. I began doing My Daily Thankful posts in hopes that focusing myself each day on all of the amazing things the Lord was doing in our home and lives would help me to deal more gracefully with the difficult things.

I am disappointed to say that I rarely went to Jesus during those times, except in anger. It seemed so unfair to us and to Aed. I would just ask over and over, why?

A lot of my sinning happens inwardly. I have rarely been one to lash out or break the rules. I am a people pleaser and I like for everyone to get along. But all the sins that so easily snuggle into the dark places within? Those are the sins that know me best. They fit just so, and I often welcome them in and harbor them without realizing it until it’s too late. I did this so often during that time of struggle. I would ‘cut myself some slack’ and let myself do things I never would have done previously, because my life was so hard, you see. (please read that with the sarcasm it was written with :)

One way that I learned to cope was to lash out in anger.. but only in my head. Occasionally I would have a good cry into a pillow or something, but for the most part I just went crazy in my head.

I am not now, nor have I ever been one to use curse words. I find them unnecessary and uncreative. Sure, some believe they have their place, but in my own life, they don’t. I have no clear recollection of when it started, but I remember it was slippery slope. I let myself swear in a place only I knew it was happening, and it felt good. I remember the progression of letting myself only consider it, then letting myself do it, then letting it getting out of control.

I got to the point where when I hit any frustration, cursing within was my immediate response. It escalated so that when I was really frustrated (typically a bad day of screaming) I would actually lash out straight in Jesus’ face and give all my curse words to him and his injustice. I think I may have even said a few out loud towards the end of this indulgence.

For some of you, this will seem like a silly thing to even consider. But, for me it is an issue of self-control versus indulging my sinful nature.

It came to me one morning while I was making our bed. I began to think about the way cursing affected my thinking. Every time I let myself push the limits a little further, I would feel that I was that much more entitled to my anger and that much more entitled to the indulgence. It felt so good, and was so easy to justify, and it was mine and mine alone. As soon as I would lash out inwardly, I felt the perceived trueness of my plight and became that much more angry.

I’m not one to focus much on what Satan thinks about things because I find those lines to all be a bit fuzzy, but if he was paying attention, I think he was reveling in those moments. Moments when a child turned on her parent and played an angry blame game. Moments that pulled me further away and isolated me from the Lord’s sustaining hand. I gradually lost hold of so many things that are important to me, which made it easy for me to feel as though I was shriveling away from any goodness Jesus brought to my soul.

I thought that satisfying my desire to be angry and to be justified in that anger would help me cope. Instead it pulled me away from the one thing that might have allowed me to cope in the graceful way I longed for – my relationship with Jesus.

Ever since that morning when I began to realize all of this, I have honestly felt a burden lifted. I am so grateful that the Holy Spirit found a way to catch my attention in that moment. In the past months, I have felt that I am becoming myself again. I am in a good place and I am thankful. Will I do better next time? I hope so. I hope that I will remember how dismal it is to struggle alone, and remember what peace can come when I instead struggle with Jesus by my side.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A Line of Little People

We did it again.. We lined ‘em up!

I don’t think we will ever get tired of seeing them all together. :)

Look how much they have grown since our first tea!

Leave it to Beaver to refuse to sit down :)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Of The Swollen Sort

Turns out I have a toddler. Turns out he’s a boy. Turns out I have learned to count my blessings if we make it a day without adding another scratch, bruise, or bloody injury to my baby’s body.

To this point, it has mostly been the occasional bruise from a face plant here and there. But somehow, in the last week or two the injuries have begun to escalate. I’m hoping we will level off at some point because even though he makes quick recoveries, it is oh-so-hard to watch him deal with the consequences of not quite being able to control his body.. but really thinking he can. Practice makes perfect, I suppose.

Aed has many characteristics that also belong to his father. One of these is what Ian calls Gorilla Logic. Let’s say there is a bottle (chasing bottles awaiting recycling around the kitchen is one of his favorite past times) that he has managed to knock under the table. Let’s say there is also a chair blocking his way under the table. If he attempts to climb over the under-structure of that chair, but gets himself stuck, BUT can still see the bottle he wants, he will just keep squirming and pushing and wriggling until we either rescue him, or he gets where he wants to be. Basically Gorilla Logic entails that if pushing isn’t working, you push harder. If there’s stuff in your way, you plow through it to get it out of the way, etc.

Turns out my baby’s brain didn’t come with an abort mechanism.

This has lead to all kinds of precarious situations, and he is learning gradually that he can actually back up, or reconsider and try something from a different direction. Needless to say, this has lead to many injuries (though I have to say, the injuries obtained from these situations often go unacknowledged by the child who has triumphed).

Last week, Aed sustained an injury of epic proportions (are you guys familiar with hyperbole?). We were hanging out in the bedroom upstairs and he lost his balance and fell, hitting his face on the edge of the bed on the way down. He started crying, Ian picked him up, and I went into his room to get a paci as that is the most effective way to calm him down. I gave him the paci and we thought all was well. I took it out to check his mouth and found his face underneath covered with blood.

He had busted his lip.

It swelled up, but didn’t seem to bother him much after the initial damage had been done. It was actually pretty entertaining to watch him suck at it and try to figure out why his lip was a funny shape.

(You can see a bruise by his eye from a run-in with the drying rack a few days prior..)

We moved on with our lives.. until yesterday.

Aed has a new love for carrying things around while he walks back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. Any old paper or toy will work.

He was doing just this and was making a stop at the coffee table to get into some mischief there, but misjudged how far it still was from him. He reached out to lean on it, but instead fell and hit his face right on the edge.

He bled a lot. I worried that he had knocked his teeth, but it turns out he just tore his frenulum on his upper lip (perhaps all these injuries will just open the door for me to become very educated about obscure body parts!). Sadly, his little lip still swelled, and it broke my heart just a little bit when I was cleaning him up and saw that his previous mouth injury was still not even entirely healed.

We teased him about his collagen lips and he took it like a champ :)

I suppose this is the life of one who is parent to an adventurous, gung-ho child..

Friday, September 17, 2010

I am Married to an Author

Not just any author.. One who has actually been published!

Ian got an article accepted to the European Journal of Philosophy over the summer. It’s called Getting ‘Lucky’ with Gettier and was officially published on the 26th of August.

He took this Screenshot the day it was released online :)

I am so proud of Ian and all his hard work, and thought you might want to join me in congratulating him on his accomplishment!

While I would love to take all the credit for being his faithful supporter and encouragement, we know it is the Lord who gives and takes away. In this instance, he has given us great joy in Ian’s success and anticipation of the doors this kind of thing will open for Ian’s future in Philosophy.

As a further update, Ian’s thesis is going well and he made great progress in the last year (despite a certain fiery distraction! :). We are looking forward to an even more productive year with some exciting opportunities that lie ahead.

Ian is keeping up with his blog ReformedPhilosophy and has expanded it to include other authors in the Philosophical and Theological realms. Take a peek if you’re interested.. you might be surprised at how much you understand! :)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Edinburgh Military Tattoo

It was a dark and stormy night..

Just kidding! It was dark and a little chilly, but there wasn’t a drop of rain during our time out of doors.

Waaaaaaay back in May when my parents were here visiting, they offered to send us to see the Tattoo for our upcoming birthdays. It was something we had wanted to do, but had not yet crossed off the list. We took them up on their offer and bought our tickets for the very last night of the series, and the late show, no less, so we would get to see the fireworks.

This meant we had to get ourselves to the castle by 9:45pm and then get ourselves home again from a show that wouldn’t end until after midnight. These were logistics that we did not think of clearly while we were purchasing the tickets, but it all worked out in the end.

We ended up borrowing a car from some friends (goooooo, Buchanans!) because if we were using public transportation we’d leave the city around 3 and not get home until after 7am, which we really weren’t interested in.

So, since you probably don’t really care how we got to Edinburgh and back, let’s move on to the more interesting part where I tell you of the fun we had, shall we?

This was the first time we had left the Aedster for so many hours after bedtime! We were a little nervous since he had been having some issues, but we were committed. We put him to bed and snuck away, praying that the good Lord would make those little eyelids extra heavy.

We had a great time chatting on the way down, and were amazed at how easy it was to travel with just the two of us! (We had very recently returned from our trip to Europe, so the lugging of bags, strollers, and snacks was very fresh in our minds.)

The city was alive and plugging away, and we inched our way up to the castle through the mobs of people.

I was immediately struck by two things.

1. I am very unfamiliar with Edinburgh at night. I was continually disoriented by my surroundings even though I am very familiar with the area we were in.

And 2. There were huge bleachers set up in front of the castle!

A lot of my disorientation was actually caused by the way the streets were set up for the Tattoo and the Fringe Festival, which was on at the same time.

We were astounded at the number of people lined up to get in for the show. By our estimations, there must be something around 10,000 people that come to see the show each day that it’s on.

I have to admit, I was being a little boisterous with all the excitement. Out with my hubby to myself, going to see an awesome show, not getting home til 3am.. an exciting evening, am I right? I’m sure all the Brits around chalked me up as a tourist, but hey, whaddayagonnado? :)

We got up to the stands and I discovered this lovely view

And this less lovely view..

That’s where we sat! Section D!

To say we were tight as sardines is an understatement. I had to lean forward the whole night so that Ian and the woman next to me could sit up with their shoulders back. Ian had to stand up for me to put my seat down because half his body blocked it. I have never been in such a confined space with so many people! But the stands were packed out nonetheless..

(A little pre-show entertainement.. somebody being awarded for something.. I don’t know, I was busy being boisterous)

The happy, excited, thankful couple.. Our show didn’t start until 10:30pm.. I think you can see it in our eyes :)

But, start it did, and with great gusto!

The scene was set when the pipers walked in, surrounded by fire and mist. What began as a few quickly grew to a hoard of pipers crossing the pavement.

It was amazing to watch them, not to mention to listen to them!

The bands were from all over, though most were from the UK, as you might expect. There was a band from Poland – their first year performing in the Tattoo – and it was great fun to watch them wield their traditional instruments.

After a few bands had passed, we were delighted by a miniature motorcycle brigade! This is a group of children (the oldest is 16.. and he would probably be really annoyed that I lumped him in with the ‘children’ :) who are extremely skilled on their bikes, and they start riding at the age of 5! These were the little tykes, performing stunts that made me squint my eyes shut and lament the fact that my child has a Y chromosome that could potentially lead him down such paths.

And the older ones, riding backwards with fire shooting out of their bikes..

The final trick was the oldest guy jumping over a car off of a ramp held up by other guys! Other guys! Not like, bars or something, people were holding up his ramp! It was a little bit ridiculous.

But, no one was hurt, and I was able to relax for a little while.

This was the fast moving band. I can’t remember their official name, but they are known for moving quickly.. it was a little bit comical to watch them.. but I’m not sure it was actually appropriate to laugh at them.. but I might have (tourist, you know).

Then we had the lovely highland dancers..

I am telling you, if I had been able to dislodge myself from my seat, I would have gotten up and starting dancing with them! They were so bouncy!

Then there was the band from Jordan. These are the gun guys (they were a separate group from the band). They did formations with big guns. It was a little bit scary. I don’t really like guns. And I have a wild imagination.

Moving on.

These guys were fun!

And created more moments wherein I feared for the safety of their spinal cords. They did all kinds of athletic tricks.. seems a very entertaining way to stay in shape!

The band from New Zealand.. by far the most entertaining. They boogied and they didn’t care who was watching :)

The big finish was all (or at least most, but I think all) of the bands out on the pavement together.

It was a breathtaking sensation to see such order and precision and hear such a volume of instruments.

The show was rounded off with fire works

and the lone piper.

And we bid the bands a good night.

The Tattoo was such a fun experience. It has been so long since we (I) have been a part of something so big and so musical and it was wonderful. I highly recommend partaking if the opportunity arises, it will not disappoint!