You know how on the news they say, “Coming up: an armed zebra makes a statement at the State Department. After the break.” And then they don’t show you the story for another forty-five minutes? Yeah, well, this isn’t the terrifying story of great courage. Yet. Instead, because I spent a couple of hours processing these happy shots, here they are:
This was our first dinner. A newsie was setting the table. I am going to point out here that he has Old Fashioned root beer in one hand and diet in the other. I point this out because we are tea-totallers and that bottle is confusing. The salsa was too hot.
Not so good of G, but plenty good of Max. Take a look at that face; it will tell you reams.
And so will this one. Lots going on in that head. And when it comes out, you’ve only got about 15 seconds to figure out what to do about it.
My Experienced Mom mantra includes this: if you give a kid a metal bowl and a wooden spoon, he can very happily drive you nuts for hours. The more detailed the toy, the less scope for wild imagination. That said, I found this cool tube and gave it to Max for Christmas, and it was a total hit. It used to be attached to a tent. The tent didn’t live very long.
But the tube took on a life of its own. You can see that it has already made its way into the kitchen.
And – YIKES – now it’s sort of weirdly raising it’s purple head –
Or foot – and now it’s STANDING UP.
And then: the reveal:
Aha! The heart of the matter.
Two other boys with their toys, off to ride the dusty desert trails. This is before the terrible storm came down on us.
And one last series: a day in the life of the San Man. His mother may be considering him as a sweet lunch.
Oh, the face. The face.
Yes. See? She’s EATING him.
Oh, oops. Maybe not. Here he is in his little blessing outfit with his beautiful little mama.
“Aw, mama. Nice little kiss.”
“But that’s okay. No more kisses. I’m a boy, Mom. No mushy stuff, now.”
“Arg.”
“You’re squishing me. You’re squishing me.”
“It’s not her fault. She can’t help herself. ”
Chip off the old block. But really, her lens is WAY bigger than mine.
This is the end of this part. I can’t decide whether I like the color or the black and white best.
The one thing I do know? Love this face.
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