More adventures in my life, chronicled with my iPhone and the Hipstamatic app. You know, a lot of people are of the opinion that photos should be a certain kind of interesting. They think that taking pictures of your food or of other things that aren’t interesting to them should not be done. To them I say this: It’s my blog, my pictures, and my life. Sometimes I look at my picture of the day and wonder why my life doesn’t produce more interesting shots. But that’s the thing – it’s my life. Sometimes its exciting, sometimes its boring – ebb and flow. Sometimes food is exiting to me. Lord knows, my cat often is. The point is that these photos chronicle a year in my life, not someone else’s. Don’t like it? Don’t read it.
357 – A perfect day for a nap in Mom & Dad’s bed.
The older they get, the less likely they are to nap, period. Which is a shame, really, because some days are just perfect for a nap. When that nap takes place in a warm bed, cuddled between flannel sheets, and under a giant fluffy duvet, then how can you resist? She certainly didn’t. I should’ve suspected something was up at the time, but ignorance is bliss – much like a mid-day, weekend nap.
356 – Still small enough to fit in the fun shopping cart.
Nearly every time we go to the supermarket, she begs to ride in one of the car carts. She’s getting too old for it, but apparently not too big. If you look closely, you can see the huge bags under her eyes. It was a rough night capped off with an early morning visit to the pediatrician. Turns out she has strep.
355 – At the pediatrician’s office. Again.
When we got back from the doctor’s office yesterday, I asked the older two how they felt. Strep tends to spread like wildfire around here. No issues – then at least. By the next morning, the eldest was moaning in pain and discomfort. Back to the pediatrician’s office for another positive strep test. The Son never did get it. I guess there’s some advantage to his preference for solitude.
354 – 15 minutes before school ends and already a long line at kiss and ride. What are we all doing here so early?
Although the younger two technically could take the bus to school, the bus stop is halfway between our house and the school. Since the school’s less than a mile away, it seems slightly ridiculous to wait at the bus stop every day. Instead, I wait in line at the kiss-and-ride entrance at their schools. Not that this option is any less ridiculous. The line to pick up your kids starts early and fills up fast. I’ve seen people in line over 30 minutes before school ends. Craziness. Even on this day, the line was long when I got there 15 minutes before school ended. Why do we all like to hang around in our cars for so long?
353 – “A snuggle is good for a Weechin’s life.”
The youngest, still not feeling well, climbed in my lap for a long snuggle. The quote is her own. Her father called her Weechin (wee children) after something a friend once said. It’s a fitting nickname. She is quite the petite child.
352 – Self portrait, shorter hair
Finally got everyone back to school and had a moment to myself. What to do? Get a haircut, of course. Having my hair straight is a luxury. Usually it’s quite wavy. I had to take a picture to celebrate the occasion.
351 – Ready to slay the boys at her first dance.
The eldest is enrolled in Cotillion classes this year. The National League of Junior Cotillions sponsors classes at the local country club. She, along with several friends, goes once a month to learn basic social graces, dance steps, and how to interact politely with kids and adults. It’s a great opportunity to socialize with kids her age outside of school in a civilized environment. As part of the course, two balls are held. The Winter Ball was her first opportunity in a while to dress up. We’d gone to get her hair cut and styled. Her hair, like mine, is very wavy, so having straight hair is a rarity. The salon had a complimentary make-up artist that day, so the Eldest also had her first professional make-up application. Such excitement for her, but a little scary for her father. While we were taking pictures, he handed her one of his swords to remind her just how to handle the boys.
