Meadow has mastered day time potty training. I don’t even carry a diaper with me. Ever. In a bag. In the car. Nope. We are done. I will warn mommies out there, that diapers suddenly look pretty damn lovely when your child needs to go to the bathroom for a fart. Then some pee. Then another time to finish the pee. Then to poop….oops, just another fart. The food server might as well bring me my food into stall number two. That is where we live when we are in public locations. Back to the story. Matt, Meadow and I were all at a lovely Mexican food restaurant after our Chula Vista Nature Center excursion. Yum. All I wanted was cheese on cheese enchiladas…
We all have a job. A task. A role. A hampster wheel. What if you could get a substitute hampster and you were then free to do whatever you wanted? Anything. You name it. I would live with my Nikon permanently affixed to my hands. Photography lights me up. When I see that I nailed a shot- it is like a high I can’t describe. Pursue this dream. I am taking my first photography class this June. And holy rat testicles, I am excited! So tell your substitute hamster that you`ll be right back, and go find your fire. When you find it, add some wood and blow. It’s bonfire time people.
No wisdom today. These little feet keep me centered. When my axis wavers, these are my pillars.
I have always known Meadow had curly hair. No…C U R L Y hair. I thought as it got longer, it would weigh down. Nope. We have gone 3 solid years and it just gets bigger. See exhibit A. (Maybe we are on the 10 year plan.)
GREAT video. What a morsel of delicious enlightenment to start your day!