Saturday, November 2, 2013
My talented and very sweet friend Lisa takes awesome pictures. So I asked her to practice her mad skills on my family.
We met her in Boise at the Veteran's Memorial Park...and it was perfect. We walked, hauled photo props, laughed alot. Nana changed tops and jackets.
Our toes and noses were cold. Because, you know, it's November. I bribed my sons with treats if they behaved, listened to Lisa and gave her nice smiles.
I bribed my husband and father-in-law with lunch at The Ram, if they behaved and gave Lisa nice smiles.
She took 3 hours of pictures and the morning was splendid. Until this happened.
Monday, July 22, 2013
|Cousins at Nana's House|
This past Saturday I loaded the car, the boys and my iTunes and headed off to the place I was raised - the Magic Valley.
(Growing up it did not always seem very magical, but now that I'm a mommy the valley holds a certain mystical and nostalgic power over me.)
After 150 miles or so of cooped up little boys and audio books, I rolled down all the windows and took in deep breaths of country air as we approached our destination - the farm.
Here is what Mayhem thought of all that brisk healthy country air:
Mayhem: Uh, what's that smell?
Me: (Sucking in a deep breath of country air) That's the smell of country!
Mayhem: Why does country smell like that?
Me: Because it's made of clean fresh air, crops growing in Papa Al's fields and the feedlot on the other side of the hill.
Mayhem: Oh. What's a feedlot?
Me: It's where they feed lots and lots of cows and the cows poop, a lot.
About 40 seconds later and within a 1/2 mile of my parents' house, Madness, who paid no attention to our air conversation, pulls his nose out of his video game and says...
Madness: (Sniffing the air wafting in through his window) Ooooh, what is that smell?
Mayhem: Bubba, (dramatic 4 year old pause) that's just country.