Clara was very accommodating too. She offered "Dolly" her very own bottle of syrup, reminded her to fold her arms for prayer, and several times throughout the meal she kindly asked, "Want more?" or "All done?" And Dolly did her part as a perfect lady—aside from sticking her feet up on the table. I think we'll invite her to breakfast more often.
Recently, or well—after a gaggle of crappy pictures from our Easter weekend, it occurred to me that apparently I don't know how to use our camera anymore. (Not that I ever really did.) This is largely due to the fact that over the past few months, I've taken very few pictures, so I'm clearly out of practice. Could the novelty of our new baby be wearing off?? Gasp! As the youngest child of five, I know full well how the "novelty" of a new baby withers away. My parents have hours upon hours of footage of my oldest brother as a baby, just lying around on a blanket—not even being cute—but by the time I came along? I was lucky if they pulled out the old recorder on Christmas. Home videos of yours truly start at birth, skip to age 2, and then I surface again around age 6, and after that it's quittin' time. So here's where I'll publicly apologize to my future children, because I'll probably do the exact same thing. Anyway. Not important.
It seemed like the best day for some more camera practice anyway, since it's nice and cloudy outside. Plus, I wanted to get some pictures of Clara's beloved playground that we spend so much time at lately, since the weather's been pretty nice. Every time we're there, I try not to cringe over the grossness and falling-apartness of it all and just let Clara enjoy the bejoobles out of it. Which she does indeed. I guess I'm just feeling a little sentimental. I mean—we've been here for three and a half years, and sure, despite the quirky neighbors and fancy maneuvering in the grass to avoid the endless piles of dog poop, I dare say we'll miss this place.
A rare moment of true bliss in the swings. Clara's not much of a swing girl. Even as a baby she used to flip out when I'd put her in her baby swing. She usually asks to get in the swing and promptly askes to get out 30 seconds later. She's a slide girl through and through.
And now. The case of the disappearing feet. Authorities are bewildered.
Happy weekend, friends.
4 comments:
I love pictures! Cute, cute, cute! Can't wait to see what color you paint her bed :)
You'd better hire a private eye to find those feet. That's a weird one.
Is she fun or WHAT????
Fantastic pictures! I thoroughly enjoyed your description of the playground and grass land mines! What a beautiful little girl!
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