Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tiny Mushroom

Tiny Mushroom

Little thing. Out of the dead things.


Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Return of A Photo A Day

In The Sun

Long time no see.

I've decided it's time for me to start documenting the good things in my life. I've gotten a new camera, so I get to play but it's also about adjusting my own attitude. Look for the positive. Engage the beautiful. Experience life as it is happening.

This is a picture of Ivy, now 6 years old, after kindergarten one day. I was having her "emote" for the camera. "Be frightened." "Be a zombie." "Watch a zombie movie" "It's raining."

This one is "It's a sunny day."

She said to her brother, "Be the sun!" and he put his fist up to be the sun. And the she turned her face up to the pretend sun to just soak it in.

Happiness.

Yes that is her gap toothed smile. She doesn't like it. But it's still her baby teeth, so who knows what will happen when the grown up teeth come in.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Two Kids, Growing Every Day

The kids are growing. Growing. Every day. Look... can't you see them slouching around High School hallways?


Monday, September 22, 2008

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

9/16 B&W G

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Friday, July 04, 2008

7/4The Day of the Kid's First Fire Works Show


S came back after 6 weeks in NY. It was nice.

G was SOOOO happy to see papa. Ivy was a little shy, but G was bouncing around.

Fireworks on Tampa Bay. They were no Macy’s fireworks, but then, it was also a lot less trouble than going to see NYC fireworks, with the crowds and the commute.

We sat on a blanket on the waterfront, and had cherries and cookies and chips and milk for the kids and port for the grown ups and watchd the boom boom flash flash.

Before the fireworks, we watched the backside of the sunset, and the thunderclouds flashing with lightning. A pair of flamingos flew over the bay and they were the same color as the the clouds.

Great pictures of G and Ivy in the garden.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

7/1 The Day of A Stormy Sky and Lovely Sunset


One on one time with Ivy. I said ‘did you know you’re a pretty girl/smart girl/sweet girl/funny girl?’ and she didn’t know any of those except for funny girl. Then she nodded, big smile. She is funny. She makes jokes, plays tricks, shatters expectations, and she likes shoes.

Buying stuff at the grocery store for G’s birthday. He picked out his cake (a mix. please.) frosting, candles. Very excited. He wanted cake for dinner that night.

Stormy sky outside at dusk.

Managed to post to my blogs today. I write on my lap top that is off line, save to memory key, transfer to uncle’s damaged mac, point and click, cut and paste. Post. Have even managed a few comments that way.

Reading some responses people have left. Understanding, warm. Much about the benefits of unexpected setbacks.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

6/26 The Day of Singing and Dancing and Writing


Saved a baby lizard that was lost in the sink.

G remembered the “this little piggie” song and was trying to do it with Ivy’s toes. Even though I hadn’t done it in years. They remember such strange things from so long ago.

Wrote over 2000 words in my novel. I hit the ‘glow” I felt it starting to make sense. glad I deleted half of what I’d written. I may have to delete another 50 pages. Is it possible that I have written almost 150,000 only to get to the beginning? People sometimes look down on nanowrimo for the speed with which you tackle a novel, but I don’t think it makes much difference when you’re writing your way into a story. It just depends on how much you let your internal editor get control of you, and when your delete button finger starts to get itchy. For me, it seems to be 150,000 words in.

Doing little piggies and singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider with the kids. Then I started singing more songs. I always forget how much singing makes me happy until I start to sing.

Peanut butter cups in my icecream.

SYTYCD especially the opening number.