My camera and my phone… camera have some pictures for you
September 29, 2007
Filed under:Lotso Pics, The Number Nine
I’ve been writing. I’ve been working. I’ve been a whirlwind of activity with Wife, trying to get this place cleaned up so that my mom doesn’t come here next week and think that we live in complete squalor. We can fool ‘er, I’m sure of it, long as the kids keep quiet about the poo we keep under the sofa.
Right then, here are some pictures of cuteness, as we haven’t taken nor shared near enough on here recently. These are just random and about the house, much like my life… heh.
Ignore the booger trail, Jo leaned in and snagged it right after I took this.
See? GONE. As pissed as she gets about having her nose wiped (I’m not a huge fan either), she bounces back with the Happy pretty quick. She’s telling you about it, you see.
HAHAHHAHHAHHAAAAaaaaa…. hahhaahahhahahhahahaaaa…. oh man. I don’t know where I was at the time, but Jo took this. I don’t know what to say. I mean, she’s in a bucket.
A bucket. Baby. In a bucket.
Classic.
I’m dyin’ here. Ahahahhahaaahahahahahaahaaaa… aw gawdam.
Check out the expression on her face. “I’m in a BUCKET. Jeezus you guys… a bucket.”
I just randomly snapped these whilst we were enjoying yet another fine culinary creation* from my wonderful wife. Jadey was just being too damn cute and Jo was remarking, as we do, that we don’t take enough pictures of her and these days will be past before we know it. Guilt me enough and I’ll drop whatever I’m doing, so the smokiness you see in some of these pics is the steam rising off my dinner as it cools.
*Fellas, one of the secrets, maybe not THE secret, but one of them, for True Happiness… marry a great cook. No, not a good cook, a great cook. You’ll be amazed at how much joy a great meal brings you at the end of a day. Don’t worry if you’re married to not a great cook, YOU can always learn.
Jo is dangling a green bean for Reachy McReacherton to see if we can bait her accordingly. Those are her “want it” hands, by the way.
If you do it right, she looks just like a baby bird. Except without the pointy beak and such. The “want it” hands get placated and her gob just gapes. It’s brilliant.
SCORE! She’s a fan, but mostly of the garlic and butter probably, and not so much the chewing thing that’s hard to do without teeth.
And then we took it away and had THE NERVE to actually be eating our own meals. So expectant! Obviously, we were remiss.
These next shots were all taken with my phone. My Phone. My. PHONE.I can’t begin to tell you how depressing it is that my new mobile phone takes better pictures than my digital camera. The fact that one is about 5 years old and the other is about 5 weeks old is one thing, but technology shouldn’t move that fast. It just ain’t fair.As it’s new, I’ve been playing with it a lot, mostly at the parks and school and such on the way home from picking up the kids. I’m either doing that or being a Giant Monster, bent on chewing and eating the World’s Tastiest Children. The phone plays music though. Not the Casio-sounding crap from the 80’s either. Real music, that I copied onto it from my laptop. They TALK to each other, you see. I think the laptop’s been saying some dodgy things too, cos my phone won’t show any naughty pictures. I keed.
This is a park situated between the cousins house and ours, a favourite spot for many of the going-home-after-school kids and one of the many delays we face on our trek homeward.
Oh, random interjection time. Here’s some cute video that I took after we got home with cousins. The obviously didn’t know I was there for a bit, that’s why it’s so cute.
Me and the Bug just hanging out while the kids are on the merry-go-round. I’m ignoring the cries of “Push us! Just one?! Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssse!??!?!??” (only because I already have FIVE times) and Jadey’s discovering how leaves crumble in your hand, but not like dirt does. I can’t vouch for it in recent experience, but I don’t think they taste the same either, though she has yet to comment on that.
Dames checking out what we’re doing. His little mini-craters from the Chicken Pox are still scabbing over in these pics (as are Georgia’s) and, unbeknownst to us, Jadey’s foulness of mood was due to her coming down with them. WHOOHOO, Chicken Pox! Gah.
My boy. Wearing my hat. His little kettlehead fits in it quite well and he’s just as big an Eagles fan as his dad. The smarminess of the look on his face is due to him being terribly proud that he can see the picture’s preview on the other side of my phone as I aim it at him.
“Smile.”
“I can see the picture dad, I can totally see it.”
“That’s great, SMILE.”
“‘Cept it moves around all slow and kind of funny.”
“Stellar. Smile goddamit.”
“It’s on the other side of your phone, on the little screen part.”
“Do you have any idea how much, at right this very moment, you suck?”
“Haha Daddy! YOU do!”
Quality time.
She’s in my hat too, though I only lent it to her to ride the springhorse on the playground. Whenever she gets a chance, she shoves a piece of grass in her mouth and chews it rurally.
I can’t help but picture her in a field watering some 3-foot husk-covered pods, like that rockabilly in the Toohey’s Extra Dry commercials, when she proclaims herself to be a “kid farmer”. I know what she means, but I giggle anyway and ask her what kind of crop she’ll have this year and will they be better at eating their dinner than she is.
That’s all I’ve got for now, more later most likely.
As for Life, things are chuggin’ along. Don’t have a book yet, haven’t gone back to school yet, and haven’t hit my first million yet.
BUT, I have a cute little fat baby on my lap, a beautiful (if not somewhat ditzy) blonde who randomly wanders in and kisses me sweetly on the cheek (who’s having a birthday Tuesday), an awesomely handsome chocolate-eyed dude (who is not only picking up more and more of my accent, but has adopted enough of my mannerisms that the school’s lunch lady’s call him “Chip of the old block”), and a hotified piece of hotness of a hottie, who walks around being so hot that when I tell her how hot she is she only gets HOTTER. She’s cut most of her hair off and somehow got even hotter too. Have I mentioned how hot my wife is?
She’s also the best time I’ve ever had, and we giggle at least hourly and laugh out loud at least once a day (that noisy laugh, that catches you off-guard and can even be considered somewhat embarrassing-see:my dad’s laugh). That may not sound like much, but if you really think about it, I bet you go day here and there without laughing out loud. Hell, I had some guy at a party the other day tell me that I made him laugh more than he had in the last 3 months, and that was only because I threatened someone that I would pee on their leg if they didn’t treat their girlfriend right.
Like I said, I’ve been writing and I’ve been working lots. The bidness will pick up, I believe, and we’re going to be all good. I might even have a book together one of these days and I’ll be sure and get a signed copy to all you guys. Except for YOU, the one in the town with the weird name, I don’t even know why you read this crap. HA.
Smooches.
September 29th, 2007 at 12:27 pm
Look at her little curls! Too adorable. I’m so glad you’re so happy. As odd as it may seem to say that I think about total strangers, I do occasionally think about you and Jo, and wonder how you’re doing all the way over there. It’s nice to see these updates. Good for you. :)
September 30th, 2007 at 8:28 am
There is just way too much Cuteness in your house! :-)