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Showing posts with label WHAT?. Show all posts

Sunday, January 10, 2010

From the eye(and camera) of a three year old

What beautiful photographs were in Lilly's camera?

Some abstract and detail shots of our home....


She went for a complicated movement shot in the car....


Lots of her crazy Uncle Mattie....I think we will get this one enlarged on a 16x20 canvas. Just gorgeous!


Centered him this time, so that's an improvement....


You know girls and their fascination with shoes...


Actually a decent shot of Drew....



What was discovered in Drew's camera you ask?

A crotch shot of Todd....


Super flattering picture of me....


And chick(from cars) from every imaginable angle....this is not even all of the them. I spared you from all 83 of them.







Not quite sure how he took this one? Maybe he is super flexible or Drew already knows how to work a tripod?

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I seriously don't even know what to title this post

So as I have mentioned in previous posts, potty-training is on the horizon in this house. We are all warming to the idea of the potty and I have toddler potties now in each bathroom as a way to remind them(and me to be truthful) what is ahead. They enjoy sitting on the potty and "making pretend" potty sounds like they just went(what those sounds are I will just leave up to your imagination.)

Moving on.

The other day before nap time diaper change Lilly wanted to sit on the potty downstairs. I had no problem with this and told her to stay on the potty while I put Drew in his crib for a nap. As I come down the stairs and make the turn into the bathroom, I see Lilly doing what appears to be.....
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Washing her buns?? Maybe I should tell her we have a special potty just for that, huh?



I mean I need to give the girl credit for good hygiene, right? As you can tell from her expression, she thought it was an outstanding idea.


PS There was no evidence of her going potty (anywhere)

PPS Remember the days of 0% body fat? Long Sigh