Whew!
Did you make it though all those?
These photos were a few of my favorites from last month (of over 3,000 I took)
while I was taking Ashley Campbell's DSLR course.
I'm sure there should be a post written for every one of these pictures because they are
true representations of what goes on in this house. I'm equally sure that's not going to happen
any time soon.
As for what does go on in this house, it is good stuff. Let me tell you about a piece of it!
Tonight as I sat at the dining room table, a swelling cacophony of life in its most vibrant
reality engulfed me. Emerald reclined in the crook of my left arm while I fed her mush made from
stewed chicken and broth, with avocado.
Her legs hung over the right side of my lap, but not still.
She be-bopped those two little pudgies to the rhythm of something like Love Potion Number 9
which was turned up to near full volume.
It's been our evening pre-dinner tradition lately to play Oldies - loudly - while finishing up
meal preparations and setting the table. I've never been one for much dancing, but something
about that music... I can really appreciate Emerald's desire to kick up her heels! Ok. It's true
I wasn't completely still either. It's a wonder all that food got safely to her mouth. Haha!
Glancing across the room into the hub of the kitchen, there are at least five hoodlums tearing
lettuce, sprinkling pizza toppings, unloading the dishwasher, and sneaking occasional pineapple
tidbits faster than big sisters can catch. Miles, he sits on a red chair in the midst of the activity
(the one pilfering pizza parts) and I see him bobbing and swaying to the musical jive. I think he'd sing if he could.
It makes me smile.
Times like this I think I should grab my camera to capture just normal everyday fun.
I seriously consider if there's a way I could actually hold that hulk of a camera in one hand
while delivering mush to Emerald's face. And keeping her hands out of it. And off the camera.
And then, no. Reality smacks me and I grin at the crazy thought of it. And I know most of these
moments just have to be lived in.
Noting a few good things:
* Miles and those eyes. Ay yi yi.
* Two big boys sharing the light of one head lamp under which to late-night read.
* Susanna and her casual stance on Math homework.
* Hoodlums playing games, hoodlums in candle light, hoodlums in the shower. Lots of hoodlums.
* That five-year-old boy with the hole in his jeans. Mmm.
* One word: Carolina.
* Zack and Miles. Waking up in the morning together and with a book. Does it get better?
