Later, tater.
Jen March 27th, 2008
Also, loosely translated as “Why do I have ants?” and “Why does mommy need a martini?”.
Start with a culprit:
Who, you?
Yes, You.
Add:
Exactly.
In the meantime the girls are in their play house playing with their play kitchen and I smell Chicken McNuggets. Odd.
Also, I should get back to work, I really, really should, after lunch, I promise.
Jen February 10th, 2008
Kids at the playground are fascinating. They meet, exchange a cursory greeting, play together and then part w/o even finding out the other’s name.
I love the faces they make as they go down the slide. Have to catch ‘em young, though..
One more big, then I’ll go to clickable thumbnail.
It’s crazy how big they’re getting, isn’t it?
Anyway, thumbs..
Jen December 4th, 2007
Sometimes I wonder what it will be like to look at these pictures when I’m old(er). I wonder if I’ll feel the same sort of weird nostalgia I do when I see pictures of my great grandmother. I wonder if color pictures ruined everything, while black and white put time in it’s place, or if these color prints will be what black and white is today.
I make no sense.
Jen October 25th, 2007
Last weekend we took the girls to the park. Maya was wary of the slides, but not of climbing. Everytime she got to the top of the slide she’d get nervous. Her father would say “be careful, be careful!”
Finally I told him to stop saying that because she’d give a visible start when he did, as if something bad was about to happen. So next, Mr SmartyPants says to Maya when she gets to the top: “Be reckless, be reckless!!”
Smartass.
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