I don't remember what she was grinning about, but she was definitely up to something. Maybe she was just excited she beat her sister in some fantasy race she had concocted. Much to the surprise of her unwilling challenger.
Disclaimer: I'm realizing how out of my league I am when I submit photos to Raw(e). All of these ladies are so talented and professional. I'm still using my Canon digital camera I got for Christmas a few years ago. I don't think my pics will ever be as amazing as the others, but I love sharing snippets of my family's life one frame at a time.
This picture isn't anything extraordinary in the photographic sense. But it's the best one I took that day. It was my youngest's very first day of school. Ever. When it was all over she was so wiped out she just sat in the corner of the classroom crying. I know she'll love it soon. I think it was overwhelming. I mean, who wouldn't be exhausted? Three hours of new friends, new crafts, new rules. We'll try again on Monday.
And dang I love dressing them up for school. Their first day outfits were killer. :) They even made it back without juice stains or paint splotches on them. I might actually get more than 2 wears out of them.
If you look really close, you can see my husband in the reflection of my sunglasses taking our picture. But you don't have to look too close to see that I adore my grandma. I am a weak, but grateful, reflection of her.
On our way to Nashville last month, we stopped to see lots of family and friends. First stop, Mema and Papa! She didn't disappoint the grandkids. They all got a shot of whipped cream straight from the can. Jake was even nice enough to take it out of his mouth to show us. Left him with some interesting hillbilly teeth.
This is a picture of my dog, Shelby. She will be 17 years old in October. She has been my pup almost as long as I have been married. She has moved 10 times with us, she has been my solace after some very bad work days, she was my baby through all of our fertility trials. There is no one like her. And no, she can't shoot lasers out of her eyes. When she was young her eyes would photograph blue, now she has cataracts so they photograph yellow.
At this point, she is mostly relegated to the garage because she has a problem with sharing us with our children. I don't hold that against her.
She has become a stinky, furry, mole-y, grouchy old woman, and I love her dearly.
Although we live in a town that is REALLY big on tattoos, I'm not a fan of anything so permanent. (I can barely stand a Sharpie note on my hand for more than a couple of hours.) But I don't mind a few temporaries for my kiddos.
We were eating T-bones tonight. Towards the end of the meal, Eve says, "That looks like a dog bone." I said, "Yes, that does look like a dog bone." She asks, "Is it a real dog?" I love a 4 year old's logic.