Carrots

Phin has started solids and he's not a veggie fan, he must get that from me. I can't believe my littlest guy wants his own spoon and everything. I'll post more pics later, but I'll leave you with Carrotface.

To The Park!

So, yesterday we took a trek to a park that was much farther than it looked on the map. I got blisters and pictures. Yorick loves being outside so much, I can't wait until we can get a place with a yard... I'll only see him for lunches and naps at that point.

Stupid cat

If anyone feels they can't live another second without this cat... email me.
It's definitely doable.

Sitting.

One doesn't think of how to sit very often. It just comes natural.
Kind of mundane. It's something I do more than anything else, lol.
Everyone does it, it's no big deal.
But... for some people... they're just learning to sit.

And then it becomes amazing.



and

NOM NOM NOM

Window Bunny

So, I've been having so much trouble grasping "exposure"... it was constantly eluding me... I have been trying and trying and have been getting nothing but blur on my manual settings.

Until today.

My first pic on manual and taken in raw format.

This was taken in the window after his meanie big brother flipped him over on his back again.

Immemorable

I feel like someone without a past.

Like I was meaningless at most points in my life.

I remember so much about so many people, and somehow, I meant so little to the people I remember, that they have to struggle to even remember I was there.

Like, if I bring up something from somebody's past that I remember... I'm "strange and vindictive" rather than just having a good memory. Am I more sensitive than most people? My boyfriend would definitely argue that I'm not. I really don't carry grudges, if I bring up something you did in the past, it's not because it meant anything to me... it's like... knowing the words to all the songs in Grease... you don't know why you remember them, you just do. There isn't anything special about Grease, but you still sing along.

I guess I'm feeling rather put out lately. It seems like I'm always having to explain who I am to people. "I went to school with you." "We worked together." Etc.

I guess I'm feeling rather... immemorable tonight.

Impatient

I think one of my biggest problems is impatience. I'm so impatient to learn everything I can, I'm impatient to move back down to Southern California, I'm impatient to start doing stuff, yet... I get so easily distracted that it takes everything 3 times longer than it should.

Like... my camera... I should just be reading and playing with it as much as I can because I want to be more knowledgeable in photography, but I get so caught up looking at other people's pretty pictures (granted, that's how I learn composition), that I totally screw off playing with my camera and learning.

I want my house clean... but I'm so impatient about it, like I don't work fast enough for myself. I get distracted doing stuff like... oh! An empty frame, I'll go and edit and print a photo and fill it and put it away. Now it looks lonely, it needs more... and then where I'm supposed to be cleaning the house... I'm suddenly swept up in this picture printing and matting and framing project that looks freakin' great when it's done, but holy crap, there's still spaghetti in the carpet.

Sorry... this is just me going on some weird tangent. I want so much to move back down near my friends and start a business and be... well, settled... it's this in between part that just KILLS me. 

I hate being so impatient.

And I wish I was a faster learner... or no...

I wish I were more disciplined. Yep. That's totally freakin' it.

Phin Phineas

Phin Phineas

Phin Phineas

Phin Phin Phi-ree

When you're with a baby

You're in glad company....

I sing this to him all the time.

Josh thinks I'm off my nut.