Sunday, March 17, 2013

Photo Dump

So I'm organizing all my photo file folders to get ready for when we go to Wales and Ireland... NEXT WEEK.  Yes, next week.  I consulted with myself on the technicality of saying next week even though we don't leave till March 28th (please don't show up and rob us while we're gone, we don't have much but the stuff I have, I'm pretty fond of) and I've decided that my weeks start on Sunday.  So we are currently in THIS week.  And we leave NEXT week.  So it works.

Anyway.  So I wanted to clean out all the folders of pics that weren't so important that I had to share them with the four of you RIGHTTHISVERYSECOND but they were important enough that I couldn't just dump them into the February folder without giving them at least a little love.  Sometimes, I feel like the photos are extensions of my babies, and every time I hit 'delete' I feel like I'm causing physical harm to something.

Crazy much?

Anyway.  Warren and Daisy each had a birthday.  I'm just not in a place mentally to plan parties, and we don't really have friends yet, so it just was NOT a big deal.  Poor kids.  Daisy got to eat a slice of cake I made for her and Nick, and Warren got a spiderman cake from Tesco and three presents.  Oh, and candles.  I forgot them and had to run back.  We may be downplaying it and it may be the most miserable birthday ever blogged about, but by God, we WILL have candles.

And yes.  Daisy June is eating her cake off of a folded paper towel.  Just keeping it real, dudes.

Ava had her ballet exam coming up in school, so they had a practice that the parents were invited to.  I feel like a real grownup when this sort of thing happens. Like, PTA mom from an episode of Law and Order or something.

The kids played outside.

Nick did the boring stuff that I never worry about, like making sure we have food and shelter and clean water to drink, while I played with my camera and finally FINALLY figured out back button focus.

Daisy combined her two true loves, stacking things as tall as she can and cramming as much food into her mouth as she can.

We're so proud.

The kids played outside some more.

"Get me Armani."

A lot more.

We went to the aquarium.

Here's the thing about aquariums.  It's dark, so you have to set the iso at a million.  And everything is blue, so if you don't know what you're doing (holla!!) you end up with blue, noisy pictures, and the only way to even remotely salvage them is to turn them into a simple black and white.  That's like, my go to for trying to make a snapshot look like art.  Add a black and white layer.

But ya'll? I have a confession.  I like the crappy, noisy, blue tinted shots too.  Weird, right? I dunno, it just like makes me think, hey, we were in an aquarium.
SOOC on top, BW on bottom.  See what I mean? Is it just me?

We walked around London, which lemme tell you, the novelty of THAT has not worn off yet.  NOT EVEN CLOSE.

The novelty of listening to Warren cry while (whilst) walking around has definitely worn off.  Remember this one?

Man that kid can cry. He's basically been crying for four years straight.  Don't even get my mother started.

And when he's not crying? He's falling asleep in odd places.

We found a cute little park to play at, right outside the London Eye.

Do you love how he looks RIGHT AT ME as he's falling? Won't look at me to save his life for a nice picture, but THIS? Done.

We prayed Jubebug wasn't getting hypothermia while (whilst) the bigs were playing at said park.

And we rewarded Sir Crybaby Criesalot with a cotton candy when we managed to walk six yards without sobbing uncontrollably.  And now I'm starting to think that maybe we're handling this all wrong...

 We let Ava use our big girl camera when the batteries in hers died, and ended up with a sweet, if noisy, shot.  Black and white to the rescue.  I now wish I'd taken the time to airbrush my skin.  Holy shit. And I didn't crop the top of my head off in pp, Ava did that in real life.  She wasn't allowed to lift the camera off the table, so this is the best she could do.  I just love her!!

Then we rode the subway home and cultivated our son's growing love for writing and drawing.  Two book lovers down, two to go.  I'd call that a mostly-sucess, wouldn't you?

All right.  Now I can shove all these pics in their folders without feeling guilty.  Sorry you had to sit through this to calm my neurosis.  Wouldn't want any jpegs to have their feelings hurt.

Engelbrecht out.

1 comment:

  1. I'm jealous of all the great photos your children are going to have to look back on!