Son not included.
Well he is in one. See if you can find him.
Jungle Gym
I was NOT planning on being a subject in any of these pictures. Hair in a knot, less than zero makeup and my favorite pink Converse. Then JHJ had the camera and The Son did what he always does. Climbs. Climbs on whatever he can find, often that would be me. Do all moms of two year olds feel like jungle gyms?
Keeping it in the family.
My parents came for part of the photo shoot at the daffodil fields. They came, they saw, they left before the tantrum. Sick of these pictures yet? Hope not, I have about 500 more to go.
Attitude.
Standing in the way of mothers of two year olds and their photo-ops for millinea. Um, well since cameras were invented. I guess before that mothers could draw or chisel into a rock whatever facial expression they wanted. Actually, attitude has been standing in the way of everything for mothers of two years olds….eating out, a clean house, a peaceful worship experience, alone time with spouses, you name it. But today’s post is just about photo-ops.
JHJ and I were passing the camera back and forth, but I think that he took almost all of these. Between the two of us we took over 700 pictures in this one afternoon, so stay tuned, there are a lot more to come.
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This is my brother in law. Today is BiL’s birthday, internet, you may now all wish BiL a happy birthday. The thing you may not know about us Huckablogs is that we are all incredibly passionate about our causes. We will go on and on about them until we have driven everyone crazy. You know, like me and breastfeeding. BiL’s cause is this. I may not agree with all (much) of what the Campaign for Liberty has to say, but I do admire how well BiL defends them. So, instead of posting some flowery post about how I think he is awesome and how I treat him and care for him just like I do my biological brother, I will do something that he will appreciate even more. I will direct everyone here. All he asks is that you read it and make informed decisions, or so the bumper stickers on his car say.
Filed under Family-blame the DNA | Comment (1)In the breeze it looks like snow flurries.
Does anyone else have Bradford pears in their yard? It is that time of year here. I love the way they look, so delicate, and clean and crisp.
Have I mentioned my love for my new camera yet? Do you have any idea how small these blossoms are? And I took these without a macro lens!
I would love to cut some branches and put them on my dining table, but they have a problem.
They stink. Not just stink, but they STINK! Imagine a tuna rotting in two week old garbage and you will just about have it.
These trees are weak too. They break all the time, and must be trimmed often, very high maintenance. Despite their name, they do not bear any fruit. I know people like that. Lovely on the outside, but when you get to know them–weak, exhausting, and useless. Some of those people may even stink, but my metaphor gets a little sketchy there.
Sure are pretty look at though. Enjoy the blossoms now, they will be gone in a few weeks, replaced by shiny green leaves. I wish the people were that easy to get rid of.
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Play dates at the local airport.
When they found out where we were going my husband and father invited themselves along. The paint your own pottery studio never got that response.
At one point when fifteen children were hanging from some little piece of metal on one of the jets, I thought the manager might have a stroke. My dad later told me the teeny little part they were hanging on costs like 25 grand.
I can’t tell if this is a picture of a sweet father son moment or a time-out warning.
The cockpit may have been a little overwhelming.
Trying to get these off of his head was fun. Sarcasm does not translate well in this genre.
Just in case you did not know who the boss was at thehuckablogs.
