So . . . take a picture every day, for thirty days! Ha! What was I thinking. I mean, really, do I need more to do in my day? The first day I missed I thought: Uh oh! I better not miss anymore. The second day I missed I felt guilty. The third day I missed I felt annoyed. And by the fourth day, I realized it was silly to even worry about such a thing. And I haven’t thought about it much since.
Not that I’ve stopped taking pictures . . .
I mean, c’mon. A day at the Garden’s with Anna and Emily?
Or a visit from Wyatt’s infamous friend Micah?
Or afternoon bike rides?
Or a day at the farm with Grandma C?
How ’bout some kite flying?
Or the last of the summer shaw shacks?
And in other blogging news . . .
This month we have graduated from a purely PBSKids television diet, and have expanded our programming repertoire to include The Disney Channel, where Calvin is particularly fond of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and Olivia enjoys Imagination Movers.
With the addition to the new channel comes some new marketing campaigns. Oliva said to me the other day, and I kid you not:
“Mommy, you should buy me some Sketchers – they will help me run faster.”
This was followed by a discussion about how televisions are CONSTANTLY lying to us.
And as we opened up family home evening the other night, Olivia announced:
“This lesson is sponsored in part by . . . Olivia.”
Chuckle. Chortle. Snort. Snort. Wide eyes of embarrassment.