Friday, March 30, 2012


So I don't really have a subject today. 
I found these pretty faces around my house and I thought I'd share them.

How important is cropping and the "rule of thirds"?
I mean, for the average, everyday mother-of-five.
You know, that lady who takes hundreds of pictures and doesn't generally make prints of them?

And what about focus?  Is it a better picture when the background is blurry or would you rather see for thousands of yards beyond your subject?

Do any of these photographic details really matter?
I mean, I am taking pictures of their childhood.  Some of us people don't have photographic evidence of our their early years.  Some of us don't have any evidence at all of our early years.

That's another post.

I just can't decide if it matters to me or not.
I cannot do everything perfectly.
I am not sure if I can do anything perfectly.

Unless it can be done in 5 minutes or less.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Bouncing Back in Time (or just to Michigan)

I went with my Son the 3rd Grade Student on a field trip this week.
We rode in the very back of the bus.

I'm still a little sore from the bouncing.
I tried to take his picture, but the flying out of the seat thing kind of messed up the focus.  He's cute anyway.

His class was visiting their Amish pen pals at a school about an hour and a century away.
The Amish scholars in their plain dress and bonnets, squared-off hair cuts and suspenders were very cute.  But they don't want their picture taken. I knew that.  I didn't ask about the horse outside.  I just risked it.

I also didn't ask before I took pictures of their baked goods.  Since I bought some of these soft loaves at the Amish bakery (you should see the oven!), I didn't think it would be a big deal.

I brought the bread back to the future and my modern-ish family enjoyed it.
The End.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Mother-Daughter Shopping

I'm taking a short break from my Tetris game to write this. 
Petticoat Junction, anyone?

This week my Kindergarten Girl, N-Belle had a couple of days off school so her teacher could help with the event formerly known as Kindergarten Round-Up.  [I think they changed the name to avoid hot branding irons and fancy rope tricks.]
Anyway. In celebration of a free day, I promised her a girly shopping trip. There was no better time,  I realized during Sunday Get-Ready-For-Church-No-You-Cannot-Wear-That-Hold-Still-While-I-Comb-Your-Hair-I-Told-You-What-Shoes-To-Wear-Well-I-Didn't-Wear-Them-Where-Did-You-Take-Them-Off-Did-You-Wash-Your-Face-No-Babies-Don't-Go-To-Church-Well-Of-Course-She-Does-Because-She's-Your-Sister-Not-A-Doll-I-Told-You-Not-That-Dress-Because-I'm-Your-Mother Morning that she has very few long enough or unstained enough garments left.  The girl is leggier than a six year old should be and very - how shall I say this  - Clumsy.  She has older brothers too, so that means that she has to be just a bit of a tomboy sometimes.
My daughter is the one in the tree. Her cousins stayed demurely on the ground. Maybe the tree climbing could explain the state of her wardrobe.

So we went shopping, the four of us: Daughters aged 6.5, 3-going-on-12, and Just-One-Year, + Me the Mom.

If you've never experienced little girls trying on spring dresses in a fitting room your life is missing something.  I'm sorry, but it just is.  Each twirly skirt brought exclamations of sheer delight and an over-abundance of fond gazes into the over-abundance of mirrors (where did they learn the tuck-your-chin-lift-your-brows look?).  Each and every item was a perfect fit even if it wasn't.  Matchy-Matching with each other was an absolute must.  Little GBaby contentedly sat amidst discarded ruffles and flounces and occasionally gave an imitating squeal while her sisters preened and changed.  Eventually I had to take an armful of "don't quite fit" to the salesperson because if I left them in the little closet of a room with the girls they would have talked me into each and every item.

I loved the first store.

At the second store, the wandering 3 year old and her constant conversations with the headless mannequins began to wear my patience as thin as the Easter cardigans. Still, the trying-on-clothes antics made me smile.

By the time we reached the third store I skipped the fitting rooms and just stood my daughter by the racks of pastel garments and held one or two up against her.  It was past lunch time and we were all hungry.

WBean wanted to eat in Target (say what?) but since it was N-Belle's day off she got to choose the restaurant.  She picked "that Waffle place."  You know, because I'd only made them pancakes from scratch for breakfast.  Oh well. That Waffle place has pretty good coffee. 

After our late lunch, we were nearly out of time.  We hit up a discount grocery store (not nearly as much fun as our other stops) and headed home with our purchases.  Woo-hoo. Three clothing stores in one day.  Alone, that's not much of an accomplishment; accompanied by small children, it is satisfactory. 

Here's the funny thing about our procurements: I knowingly bought a dress two sizes too small for my be-legged one, because we she so desperately wanted to match her little sisters.

Don't ask me about WBean's pose here... I'm just not sure about that girl sometimes.
I unknowingly bought a dress too large for GBaby. But I think that is going to be normal procedure until she decides to grow.
She either didn't like looking like a jail bird standing in a line up, or the fact that her dress could do without the bottom two stripes.  Something was upsetting poor little GBaby.  She got over it.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Not Really An Update, Just An Excuse.

Where has Honour been?

Turning the attic into a bedroom for sons.
Dealing with head lice (thankfully only once).
Helping children with homework.
Cuddling little GBaby through a bout of pneumonia.
Obsessing over the thought that my children might have head lice again, and thus combing through their hair an idiotic and annoying amount of times.
Celebrating a First Birthday.
Sewing a teeny tiny bit, dreaming of sewing a lot.
Planning class parties.
Going on field trips.
Contemplating major life changes.
Cleaning house.
Searching for evidences of my US citizenship.
Chasing cats off the porch and the rooster out of the garden.  Ok. Not really. I mostly let them be. But I think about chasing.
Cooking.  Ok. According to some, I've not really been doing that either.  So I've been figuring out how to avoid cooking.
Planning the Little Sisters' new bedroom.
Hanging a new shower curtain.

Doesn't my life sound fascinating and blog-worthy?  I know I could turn some of those activities into posts that would at least entertain my parents.  But I've been lazy in the midst of this busy.  Most of my computer time has been spent with tetris.
Way more interesting than blogging.
I blame it on GBaby's pneumonia.  The falling blocks soothed her and made her less resistant to the Medicine blowing in her face.
Addictive. Legal. Not even against the Ten Commandments.
I think.