Thursday, November 29, 2007
Every little boy's dream...a fire chief uncle=lots of trips to the station. He's nearly ready to join the department by this time. So, if anyone is wondering, I never exactly meant for this to be a showcase for my babies, originally this blog was going to be kind of a temporary web site...and yeah, you can see samples of my work here and there, and hiding under May Posts, I believe....but the out-of-control cuteness of little people is hard to argue. I'm not complaining. They ended up being my very best work. (Just in case you were about to offer me a spot, National Geographic, [HA!] I'm taken.) And that's just the way it is.
Posted by Emily at 6:03 PM
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
There is only so much you can blame on the 70's....the rest you can probably blame on your father's handlebar moustach.
Posted by Emily at 12:15 PM
I didn't used to be a morning person or an early riser at all, for that matter...now I have no choice. Up and at 'em! Listening to rambling, made-up songs from under the table while I make breakfast, keeping the dog from stealing the toast, seeing chubby cheeks smile, rapid-fire questions that I have no idea how to answer. Strange smells..."Is something burning?" The maze of block towers in the dining room that grows more elaborate by day (woe to anyone who topples them). "Where are your socks?" Dimples on the backs of little fingers, the race to get the potty-seat on in time, "Where are MY socks?" Drool spots on all of my clothing, jelly somehow in everyone's hair, "Is there a single pair of matching socks in this house?", six inch sqirt of toothpaste on the bathroom floor (when did that happen?). Blue eyes, brown eyes, sleepy eyes, a cuddly, warm, precious, hectic mess that is the start of my day. Some days I just want to cry (sometimes I do), but today I wish time could stand still.
Posted by Emily at 9:36 AM