My kids got up at 8 a.m. this morning. I decided yesterday that I would get a grasp on the summer holiday and have the children begin their first Official Day of Summer Vacation with productivity; the chores began at 9 a.m. Loren was in the dog yard with his new weed eater, Cass was in the front yard with her new electric grass trimmers. Devon and I were in the flower beds pulling weeds and planting petunias. All was well until about 10 when the older two met up, she was bored and he was looking to take a break, and the arguments began. By 10:10 I was yelling at them both and wondering if there is a convent somewhere willing to accept witchy, willful reheaded ‘tween girls and if there is some sort of work camp accepting mouthy, wiggly, otter-like 13 year-olds.
I say this at the beginning of every summer, but this time I really mean it: I just don’t know if I can hack this one.
This is the first image of Loren with his new braces. Thanks, Papa Tom! Call me kookey, but I sense some hostility from the She-Child. Then there are the roses that bloom right next to the front door. And lastly, how many images do I have of the small, Large-Mouthed One? Too many, but he so enjoys me taking them.
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It’s already started here too.
Let me guess, your daughter is somewhere between 11 and 16. Get used to the face, you’ll see a lot of it for the next few years.
Tired Mummy,
The she-child is, in fact, only NINE.
Wow, your son looks SO MUCH LIKE MY BROTHER, even with braces. In fact, he looks like my brother WITH braces. Funny that.
That is the most hostile look I’ve ever seen on the She-Child. Maybe I sort of believe you now.
Either you have the world’s best-looking kids, or you are just a BRILLIANT photographer…or both!
L, neither is the case, actually. Although I am quite attached to my offspring they can be quite the vermin-y beasts, sometimes the lighting is just right and the camera captures it.
Good to hear from you. H.