Baby fever is affecting my brain.
I was looking for pictures for another post and I got distracted.
Look at his little old man hair. Now I have to comb a thick mess every morning. Well. I should comb it.
This is a little BABY. This baby told me today “Mama, I feel frustrated that the Sneetchs are so mean.” I had to spell check frustrated. My kid says words I can’t spell.
Look at that chub! The wrists are killing me. That is nothing but breast milk chub.
This is not looking good people. The fever has hit, and I am afraid I may be a casualty.
Now what?
photos by JHJ, November 2006
Filed under NaBloPoMo, Photography, The Son | Comments (12)A party for 60–years, not people.
They may forget it tomorrow–but that night they both laughed and cried with their closest friends as they celebrated 60 years of putting up with each other–not just putting up with each other, but really LOVING each other.
My grandparents renewed their vows–and teared up while they were promising to love each other forever. We all teared up actually, if anyone did not tear up they were not listening closely enough. (Oh, that guy in the middle is the new guy I told you about. He could not possibly be more different than the old guy–but that is okay. He is exactly what we need right now. The only thing our church needs now is to dump a few hundred ugly plastic covered chairs, but that is an entirely different post–one my husband will delete as soon as I write it– so never mind. Back to the wedding. )
It was perfect. Small, simple, and sweet. Every party guest was able to fit at one long table.
We used my Mom’s china, crystal, and silver. There were antique lace table clothes, and linen napkins purchased in Ireland. Then JHJ and I drilled holes in defenseless baby pumpkins and jammed flaming candles in them.
Colorful fall leaves, and a few gumballs were scattered about to keep the organic/fall/classic look that my Grandma wanted. Nothing says elegance like yard waste!
I was originally going to use acorns for the place cards, but the gumballs worked so much better! Some day I will tell you about why these pokey little suckers were the bane of my existence as a child. It may this month–there is a lot of Mo left to Po.
We did candles in crystal to deflect the light everywhere, and added fresh greenery stolen last minute from the yard. Not shown is the arch we put up that they got married under…it was okay. The pictures left me feeling very lackluster about it, but no one said anything but nice things so either there were only polite guests or I am being a perfectionist again.
We did little vignettes at important places and I never once regretted having not bought a single flower. The leaves and pumpkins, gumballs, and candles were plenty.
Of course the cake was made by Stacey. Only the leaves and little acorns and pumpkins were fondant. The rest of all that detailing was done in (incredibly yummy) buttercream.
Yum. How cute are they feeding each other–with forks!? I looked in their album and they used forks for their first wedding too. The Husband and I used our fingers to feed each other cake at our wedding–but then all of the guests were barefoot at our wedding too…so yeah.
It was a great night. And look, you can’t even tell that my mom has a BROKEN BACK and that she had worked all weekend cooking. She is awesome at that stuff. I kinda want to be her when I grow up. Oh, and look at the toys on the floor. Certain family members lost interest around the second course.
One more thing. See that glass my grandma is toasting with? My Great Grandparents got it as a wedding gift, and used it at their wedding, my grandparents used it at their (original) wedding, and The Husband and I used it ours. My great grandparents were married for 79 years, and these two are already at 60, so we have some big wedding shoes to fill.
Filed under Family-blame the DNA, NaBloPoMo, Photography, hostess with the mostess. | Comments (3)Guessing Game!
Guess which person in this picture has a birthday today! Bonus points to the person who can tell me how we are related.
Happy Birthday You Know Who You Are!
Answer on Monday.
Filed under Family-blame the DNA, NaBloPoMo, Photography | Comments (4)Not a Professional
I am still not a professional. I just have a decent camera, can spot a good shot and have a working knowledge of photoshop. Some people think I am pretty good though, and they have been having me take some pictures for them. My son is relieved…he gets so sick of my lens in his face–he has started to revolt! I am lucky if I can get two shots of him before he heads for the hills.
In other words…it is NaBloPoMo so you get to see a handful of pictures I took of other people’s children. I would LOVE constructive criticism, so as long as it is not just “Hey! You suck!” then please let me know what you think, and what I can do better. Thanks!
We had a Happy Huckaween
In August I asked The Son what he wanted to be for Halloween. Fresh off a weekend at FFiL and MMiL’s new compound, he said he wanted to be Pappaw. Hmm. A costume of Pappaw would include jeans, a plaid button up shirt, a cell phone in a holster and a tray of bread. (Pappaw owns a bread route). I took creative license and instead he was GREAT Pappaw Huckablog.
Great Pappaw Huckablog was a radioman on an escort destroyer during WWII. Because The Son has OCD parents…all of the patches and pins on this costume are authentic and accurate. (eBay still has some cool stuff for cheap!)
We went trick or treating at the independent living center (i.e. elderly people but not a nursing home) a week before Halloween. His Navy uniform fit perfectly. The Thursday before Halloween I put his costume on him for his school party…and the shirt was too small! I did not wash it. He just flat out grew that much, that fast. In all of these pictures it was safety pinned up the back to keep from gaping open.
Keeping with the WWII theme, I was Rosie the Riveter (tangent: a SHOCKING amount of people my age had no idea who Rosie the Riveter was. What’s up with that public education?!). The Husband was SUPPOSED to be THIS poster, but he refused. He was being a Halloween scrooge this year. I talked him into wearing his alien shirt my parents got him in Roswell NM, but he would not wear the tin foil hat that went with it either. Bah humbug. No pictures of Scrooge this Halloween.
MMiL, FFil and BiL were on hand to make it a thoroughly Huckablog Family Halloween. BiL was a Vampiriate, FFiL was a troll? I think? (Take note of the jeans, plaid shirt, and cell phone holster. I know where my hubs gets his desire for a “uniform”). MMiL was a lovely Halloween princess. Pappaw must have thought she was lovely too..what is he doing in this picture? Never mind. I don’t want to know.
BiL brought along his two friends who are girls. They were nice, if a bit confused by Halloween in general. That is all I am going to say about that.
That makes SEVEN adults IN COSTUME to take ONE three year old trick or treating. He knocked on exactly a dozen doors, then announced that Trick or Treating was hard work, and that he was done.
And he was. He still got a nice candy haul…after people saw that salute they just dumped handfuls of candy into his bag.
So, how was your Halloween? What were you? What were your kiddos?
Filed under Family-blame the DNA, NaBloPoMo, Photography, The Son | Comments (2)These Friday pictures brought to you by Bronchitis.
I am sick. It sucks and those are enough words to describe how I feel right now. Trust me you do not want details. Ask my hubs, details sound like whining. Instead have some pictures from the pumpkin patch.
Here are a handful that I took same place, same time that do not include my kiddo, but I like them anyway.
September Sunsets in Destin
All Sunsets taken either from our condo patio or the beach directly in front of the condo. I kept meaning to get up early and take some pictures of the SUNRISE but the sun rises REALLY early so that never happened.
Photoshop confessional: I did bump up the contrast on the ones that have silhouettes of birds and trees and such, but these colors were made by God.
I hope you enjoy these on a cold, rainy fall day.
