An Iowa Mom yesterday handed her camera to her son and had him take pictures around the house. Ok, good idea. A isn’t around, let’s see what J comes up with. A three and a half year old with my lil’ digital camera (not the big good one, oh no, I’m not that nuts). So let’s see what he came up with. I took this one of J. Lock up your daughters…
Why do my children take such good pictures of me?
Doesn’t everyone take pictures of their bathroom doors?
This is an extreme closeup of Buddy, J’s lovey. Yes, this is the very same lovey who zips in and out of the portal and disappears, returning with a tan, hickeys, and phone numbers written on scraps of paper.
The view from our back window. No longer a screaming construction site, but an actual school and now the landscapers are digging in, pun intended. Yes, there’s no snow, I apologize to my Midwestern friends.
The rest of the pictures were motion-sickness inducing. Uber-blurry. I’ll have to get A to do this next.