in general, my rule has always been to never let the children sleep with me. all the parenting books tell you not to, that it will create codependency and bad habits. however, lately, this rule has not been kept. the main reason is that i'm afraid that one day i will regret saying no all the time. i can't pass on moments like these, to be able to snuggle with my cute little cherubs from time to time is like heaven one earth. for now, it's sweet dreams for mama and lucy.
This is a good representation of how i feel on Mondays. It's my least favorite day of the week since Military Man started his commute.
The picture of the crepe myrtle reminds me of the song, "One." It's alone and exposed, yet, strong enough to weather the storm. The poor is droopy and wilted waiting for the warmth to bring it back to life. On a brighter note, I am very pleased on how these shots came out. The plants and trees nearly froze over the other night. The poor things were almost shocked to death. I took this around six o'clock in the evening while I was calling for boy wonder to come home. We live in a rare neighborhood, where you can literally leave your kids outside playing without constant monitoring. Very little car traffic, basically, only the cars that of those that live here. It's gated and fenced, and thankfully, not a cookie-cutter home. The children ride their scooters, bikes, skates anything on wheels they have available until dark.
A great place to be.
205 small crosses lay on church property. Fabulous shock-value. Now, if I never would have accepted this photo challenge this image would have been lost in my memory. Usually, the images I choose are made to highlight something positive during my day, however, this satisfied the pseudo-photojournalist in me.
Birthday Dreams, originally uploaded by lizabee & co..Spent a wonderfully exhausting day in Disney World celebrating birthdays. Happy Birthday to my Military Man and neice! Now, time for bedtime dreams... ps. I have learned that my white balance was off in this picture. It's much too yellow. If I knew more about white balance when I took this picture, I would have compensated for that.
Why can't I say no to these? There's never room for the entree after the second basket. Yet, I still manage to stuff my face with these before the meal comes. Can you say, no?
Sorry, the posts have been short the last couple of days, however, I am committed to the 365 photo challenge. Hope you're enjoying the pictures. It will be interesting to see my first month in pictures. And to think that I sometimes feel that I never do anything.
By the way, if you're wondering what I'm shooting with, well, the 85mm is still on my camera and the images are being sharpened a bit on picnik before posting. Becky over at secret garden photography suggested it to me and I've been thanking her every chance I get. It's a fabulous lens.
We arrived about ten minutes late to the event, an unfortunate byproduct of the military lifestyle, due to a series of mishaps with the girls minutes before dropping them off to the sitter. As we approached the fields, he noticed that the tryouts had started and immediately felt nervous, afraid that he has missed his opportunity to be on a team. I had to reassure him that he'd play on a team, this was just a formality and a way to meet the coaches. There was no meeting. Very little explanation. No friendly hello.
We arrived and the boy was the last in line, I again felt crushed for him, feeling guilty that I could have made more of an effort to be on time. Approaching the line, we see other eager players anxiously waiting their turn. But what disturbed me the most was the crowd on the other side of the field. A line of middle aged, clipboard toting neanderthals watching these young boys from behind home plate...watching and writing notes on the reactions of these sweet seven year old boys, just wanting to play ball. If that wasn't enough there was a woman videotaping it all. I wanted to scream! Where have I brought my child? How did organized child's play get so out of hand? What would possess these men to do such a thing?
I'm looking at my son, standing there among all these new faces trying to make his place. You know that feeling of trying to fit in. From behind the fence, I can see the look of wonder and excitement in his face, anticipating his performance at his turn. God, bless the innocence of youth. He turns to me and says, "Mom, this line is long. It's going to take forever." I tell him, "There's a lot of waiting in baseball. Just watch the other boys and do your best." Well, the gods must have been looking down at us because his name was called just five minutes of us standing there. With the call of his name and his small victory, he caught two of the three fly balls, my guilt melted away.
The tryouts proceeded with other tests for the boys...grounders, swinging and running to base. The neanderthals continued to scratch away on their clipboards. What could they be possibly saying about these boys? That's what gets me the most.
Where have the days of playing a round of pick up ball with friends and pretending to play as the pros gone? Again, I say, organized child's play has gotten out of hand. Let the kids be kids, grown-ups!
Ay, what have I started. Wish me luck!
In a cuban frame of mind today. I just love this.
If the new administration is bent on change, I hope that they banish the embargo. We've proved a point, close to 50 years of a point that we believe in democracy. However, if we can do business with China then it's time we open relations with that beautiful little island just 90 miles south of us.