Personal Photographer

Can you believe that my feet shrank?  They did.  An entire size!  How does that happen?  I asked myself that question out loud today and inside my head this little voice reminded me that five inch heels bearing a hundred pounds in addition to gravity could possibly… nope.  I don’t believe it.  Either way, two years ago I could wear my favorite pair of striped Candies pumps and this year I look nearly like Moose wearing my shoes.   Oh well.  I’m not supposed to wear fun shoes anyway.

And speaking of Moose…wearing my shoes…he does.  He sneaks into my closet and tromps around in my abandoned size eights.  He beats to his own drum, our little man does.  So today I thought we’d see the world through his eyes for a change.

Meet my mini photographer.  He takes graphic images sometimes.  Which we generally forgive because he makes up for it by capturing a shocking number of boogers attempting nostril escape.  Like this one!

He loves water play.  It is amazing how much readying I can do while he sinks battleships and builds bubble kingdoms.

He’s NOT a fan of therapy for several reasons but he makes for a silly fun driving companion.  He also makes JUDE incredibly nervous, but Daisy the doggy loves our little guy.  And just when we get in the groove he always interrupts because the terrifying masks in the bathroom give him a ‘head-attack’.   Clearly this must be so because he took the pains to photograph them, along with seven armpit pictures.  I’ll spare you.  Instead he caught me in the ‘rack’.  It’s my traction machine where lately I’ve been spending more time here than I’d like.  He also photographed his sweet little blue scoots, the gigantic fan and the uber cool warehouse where everyone who works with Jude gets their butt kicked (except for broken little old me.)