Tales of a sassy kindergartner... Installment #1

So: stranger, and much more powerful, things have happened in the history of the world but in the spirit of narcissism... I present to you a big-deal-day in the world of the Eagle, Idaho Macvies.
Super stunning... incredibly confident... exuberant about life... our sweet Chloe takes on the world with a smile and friendly word for everyone she meets (and concern for the little boy who "just really wanted his mommy").




*Disclaimer: Her extremely seamless "adjustability" was facilitated by the fact that my close friend, and mother of Chloe's close friend, is her teacher. I present to you the fabulous Mrs. deMarini!

A merman, Pop. Merman.

At first glance... a little boy, a cute one, albeit typical by many standards.


But then, a closer look reveals a mythical being...

perched upon a rock, fully comfortable in his own skin... causing alarm and conflict in his father's heart.

A fantastic picture of a fantastic grandpa:

This is the big time!

I love the "whatcha got under to hood" exchange.


SO big and SO sassy.

I don't know why....

but this is one of my all time favorite pictures... it honestly makes me giddy with joy. It sure feels good loving this much.

Behold, the colors of summer!

The "me" in me frequently gets in arguments with the "mom" in me. The "mom" (thankfully) is starting to win more and more and tell the "me" to stop being a rigid, neurotic mess and let it ride. By "it" I mean the learning through disaster, the filth, the destruction and the comedy of errors that is childhood. I cannot begin to tell you how loudly the nagging voice of my past control-freak self stated its case for hosing Ry down prior to this photo shoot and how the shot of Chloe's sweet face contorted into a super weird, never-before-seen expression was to be deleted immediately. The mom in me won out-- she said: "hey, get over yourself. These are the true moments of your life. Nobody will judge you for accidentally allowing your son to suck (with all his might) on a blueberry scented marker for upwards of 2 minutes while you were engrossed in helping Chloe and friend with an art project. I really am getting to know this person in me more and more and the old me is fading away... soon to be a forgotten memory, watching from afar, where she can't limit sponteneity or truth.

See what $40 buys you at Disneyland these days?