I have been accused of many things in my life. Some accusations were true, some very false, and some outright ridiculous. But one thing is certain. No one can ever accuse me of not taking enough pictures. Just ask my children. They will most definitely tell you that their Mom cannot see an Oklahoma sunset OR a random toilet, and not take a picture of it. It's all Apple's fault really. They made it much too convenient to carry around our camera by putting it inside our cell phones. Not only do we have the ability to snap a photo, we now have the ability to edit it on our phones and upload it directly to Grandma as well as 30 different social networking sites. Our missionary cousin in China can feel included in our slide-time at the park within minutes. It's fabulous! Well, to the photographer. Because if you questioned my two little monsters, they would probably tell you that they are a quarter past OVER stopping every 30 seconds for a photo-opp. Poor things. One thing I will say. . . . .they sure can work the charm and dimples the MILLISECOND paparazzi-mommy demands "Cheese!".
I often like to look back on the 2,562 photos that I have stored in my iPhone memory and relive each glorious minute with everyone that will give me a second to boast. So many adorable moments that are captured forever.
What did people do without cameras back in the olden days? They were probably much more concerned with churning butter or doing their laundry over the rusted washboards down by the river. Or trying not to get eaten by mountain lions, right? That would explain why, in the few old photos we dohave, all the people look mad. They were just worn plum out!
Anyhow, it's safe to say that I'm just a tad bit obsessed with my family and will jump at the chance to capture any and all memories that I can on camera to save and savor for years to come.
With that said, wanna "ooooooo" and "aaahhh" with me?
Sure you do! Oh, lets!
This photo was taken months ago at the OKC Zoo. The moment was proceeded by Mr. Grouchy Pants circling the poor goats and "checking them out" nervously before finally stating, "Mommy, come here! You gotta see this! Come look at this goat's REALdiclious bottom!" It was the funniest thing I think the petting zookeepers had heard in a long time! LOL.
Bathwater is my little monkey's beverage of choice. Gah-ross!
This summer my little Stinker fell off the ladder at the playground at daycare and broke his arm in two places. He was such a trooper though, for the teachers didn't notice any swelling right away, and chalked it up to a pulled muscle. Stinky had lunch, took a nap, and had snack before the pain got so bad, we took him to the hospital to get checked. I think I gave birth to the Incredible Hulk (minus the green-ness, of course).
"You're so vain! You probably think this song is about you!". . . .my talented hubby, winning over the hearts of. . .about 145 at the wedding reception. Ha.
Looks like someone (Namaw) got to hear the "Banana Pants" joke one more time! LOL.
"Go ahead, make my day!" I keep trying to tell Grouch that one of these days brother is going to outgrow him. And when this happens, Stink will have every right to paybacks.
If I were to guess, I would have to say "briefs". :)
Thank God for waterproof casts, electric air blowers, mile-long garden hoses, and sibling rivalry. Ah, summertime.
Who says you ever outgrow sink baths? That's how we get down at our crib!