“Mommy! Take a picture of my bum!”
“Did you take the picture of my bum?”
“No, Mommy! NO TAKING PICTURES OF MY FACE.”
“But take a picture of my hands, Mommy!”
“Thank you, Mommy! Good job, Mommy.”
any day with him is filled with all kinds of emotions…
some highs and some lows, curious adventures,
and the fantastic and beautiful little things
that, without him, I’d
Just in case any of you didn’t REALLY believe that I moved back to Texas.
His very first cone of ice cream to eat all on his own was a waffle cone bigger than his head. He loved it deeply.
It loved him back. They became one in a melty explosion of chocolate toddler happiness.
You just can’t stand in the way of a love so deep (and sticky) as this – you just put it outside, watch the sweet carnage unfold, laugh and take lots of photos.
Mark it down on the list of fun stuff I’ll miss witnessing one day.
This is a jumping spider. He is definitely furry. In fact, he’s totally sporting kind of a Don Kingesque look.
He makes a great date on a random afternoon. Because really, what would you rather have in your face at any given time than a plump, furry thing that is prone to jumping this way and that?
(That’s what she said?)
He is bold… daring. Challenging me. Coming towards the camera and holding out his front legs, as if to say, “I am not intimidated by your sexy smile and your hot rack. (shut up, he knows where it’s at) Your sensuous, womanly curves do not make me feel insecure. I am more man than you have ever met. Now show me your egg sack.”
But I’m all, “Look, dude, inter-species flirting is really distasteful, and I won’t have that on my blogsite, so you’re going to have to take your rude comments somewhere else. Furthermore, my egg sack is far too demanding for the likes of you. You’d never do it justice. Now pose for me, bitch.”
And then he just shrugs and sits there, thinking it over.
I stand my ground. In fact, I tap my toe a little, with a slight grinding motion after the tap.
Finally he just gives in and vogues his furry, spidery little heart out.
Because, really, he knows I can just step on him and call it a day. He’s smart like that, so he gives me what I want before I move on.
Let this be a lesson. While I might not show you my egg sack no matter how artfully you woo me, if you get in position when I tell you to, I won’t step on your furry, little head.
(PS: This is clearly a joke, because everyone knows I’m a shameless whore and will show my egg sack to anybody.)
Today’s Photohunt Theme is “Road”
I took that photo about a year ago. It’s been quite a long year, and yet, in the moment, it seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. The road was long and winding. A lot of it was uphill. There were definitely potholes. Once, I even hit a sinkhole. It felt like I would never escape that. It left me with some scars I’ll carry with me always, but I think I’ve climbed out of the hole now. And we’re driving ever onward.
The road may have been a rough one, true… But there were enough fun and thrilling curves to ride, and the number of speed bumps was low enough that, well… the light you see up ahead in that picture?
Well, I still see it, too.
Today’s Photohunt theme is “Wrinkled.”
And that’s how time feels to me, suddenly. Like it’s been wrinkled. Or folded like an accordion.
Like it is filled with the skips in an old, worn record. The vinyl spins over and over and the details of the songs are faded; sometimes, even large sections of lyric are missing. I’m left with sudden, blurted words and jolting rhythms that hop from one point to the next…
Photo by Athena Carey, lifeprintsphotography.com
Will the folds between the wrinkles be deeper the older I get?
Will the skips in the record become so broad that the melody is lost almost entirely?
Have to find a way to hold on to the details… I like this song too much.
(Yes, it’s another of my narcissistic endeavors.) 😉
End of January through beginning of June…
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