It all started about the time school ended for the summer.
Yes, I walk around with a large piece of electronic equipment stuck to my eyeball most of the time. I'm trying to learn how to really use this fabulous SLR that was so generously gifted to me a few years ago. And, surprisingly, I feel like I am making progress.
Slow progress, but progress all the same.
Anyway, here I was, in Noah's Mother's Day Out class at church on the last day.
I wanted to get a few shots of the last day festivities.
No matter how hard a tried, it seems that all I could come away with was this:
I'm so proud.
I was certain that this was just caused by the excitement in the air.
I thought nothing else of it.
Then, a few days later, we were at the lake.
Granddad Charles and Kris had just hung up a new swing in this huge tree in the back yard.
This would be a perfect time for a few photos, right?
Wrong.
What was this tongue-yielding creature that was now in the place where my
dear sweet Noah's face had always been?
I was distraught.
We went to the local Catfish Festival, (no wise cracks, people.)
and there it was.
Teasing me. Provoking. Uncooporative.
Everywhere I looked. . .
there
it
was.
Oh wait.
Sorry.
That one was just me channeling my inner Pioneer Woman.
I even tried at Home Depot!
(hey, when you ask your husband where he wants to go for his birthday,
and he says "the tool store", it is definitely a 'bring-the-camera-along'
sort of occassion. And yes, I did get funny looks.)
I got this cute shot of Keira's feet.
And
this shot of Noah.
(sigh.)
I was starting to get frustrated.
Thank goodness I wasn't using film.
Could you imagine the disappointment in opening up THAT envelope of photos?
God bless digital.
I was just about to decide I had lost my sweet-faced little boy forever,
when suddenly,
something changed.
He appeared to be almost considering the option of a photo without a
crazy, silly, ridiculous face.
Almost.
But he would not give up without a fight.
Nice.
Seriously, what IS he doing here?
But last weekend, in the midst of sand-bass catching,
fire-work blastin', inner-tube ridin' fun. .
that horrible, goofy-faced creature left.
(I think he might have been scared of the Roman Candles.)
And with much delight, I found this staring back at me from my
little lcd window on the back of my Canon.
Ah, now there's a sight for sore eyes!
Have a great weekend.
