Consider this the catch-all post, designed to collect all of the bits of debris that have been floating on my desktop. There will be pictures. There will be tales of derring-do. Well, a tale, maybe, once I can figure out what derring-do actually is.
For them's that asked, my hair, taken with the children during a weekend mini-golf/amusement park trip to Hoffman's Playland. Please bear in mind that it was humid beyond all real description.
The Diva is a huge fan of mini-golf. She is not such a huge fan of having to play mini-golf when her brother decides to be a course hazard, but those are the breaks.
And, no, the Boy almost never wears shoes. Soon he'll have to, I know. I am a big believer in bare feet and intend to keep 'em naked as long as I can.
The Diva, looking cute, during the 3.5 seconds she let me put her hair back:
And 3 seconds later, just before the clips were pulled out:
Much as we love random road trips, this one had a purpose, which was to have a quick visit with Knoxville friends who were passing through Albany on their way to the beach.
I had the honor of meeting Miss Trixie -- she's the red head -- for the first time. And Trixie's mom (and dad and older borther, who I never got a decent picture of) met Squirmy McSquirmypants (pictured below) for the first time.
In fact, the boy has grown so relentlessly mobile -- he has begun climbing the stairs, for Pete's sake -- that we've had to invent new ways to contain him.
And, yes, we do catch-and-release our babies around these parts, mostly because we needed the laundry basket back.