Which it totally is. I did all that stacking very purposefully.
2. Despite their adamant pleas (which sound an awful lot like rude bossiness...), I snap away. (Which also probably appears quite rude, come to think of it. But I figure they'll get used to it soon, and learn to ignore the camera.)
3. A few days this week have been warm and sunny enough to entice us outside, and on one foray into the woods, we stumbled across an engrossing discovery. Emphasis on gross. Of course this is where we spent most of our time: prodding the decaying pumpkins Justin had disposed of in the forest. I'm sure he assumed they'd have melted into the loamy earth by now. Or been eaten by raccoons. But no -- they're just...there. And highly interesting to two nature-exploring girls.
4. Do you do this? See a small, cozy habitat tucked away and think to yourself, If I were a little critter, I'd choose THIS place to curl up at night?
Okay, it might just be me. I honestly see small-creature abodes wherever I am: a low-slung shrub over an outcropping of rock; a fallen log propped against a carpet of moss; a crevice between something leafy and something sturdy.
But something tells me Mia might have some of her mother's curious tendencies.
5. Help me out with this one:
I really adore photos that chop off some common, expected part of the story (like their heads, in this example) in favor of something more active (as in, their climbing, balancing legs). Therefore, I think this picture is great -- but what do you think?
Is this picture just badly aimed, or does it seem as descriptive as I want it to be? Is it a flub, or a story?
6. We're well beyond the need for Lauren to be so enclosed in a baby swing, but I (completely expectedly) am not ready to switch it out to a big kid swing. A photograph memorializing the end of this baby-phase is in order, yes? Because this weekend, I plan to make the switch.
Goodbye, old blue.
7. Oh -- I got a haircut this week. I know it's exactly like all of my other haircuts since, oh, about 7th grade, but....it feels so right, it can't be wrong. And I would bet that if we lined up all of my haircuts in the past 10 years, side by side, they'd not only be a variation of the same style and length, but they'd mostly happen in the same set of months: winter. Nothing motivates me to chop my hair like static-cling around my face and neck. Shudder.
That's all! (That's all?) I hope you all have a lovely weekend, and stop by Conversion Diary for more Quick Takes!