“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?”said Pooh. “What do you say Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.”
-A. A. Milne
The first thing I say to myself in the morning is “Where’s my coffee?” but that’s neither here nor there. Wondering what’s for breakfast is the same as wondering what exciting thing is going to happen. I refuse to believe people who imply I have a boring or sheltered or restricted life. I never know if someone will decide to eat stale cheerios off the floor or whack me with a toy sword before I get my contacts in or spill milk in my bed or….
I was outside having a zen moment, trying to get my chicken to eat a snail (she refused). I spent a good ten minutes trying to tempt her with the shell-y slug I found under my spinach, all the while feeling a little guilty (because I secretly find snails to be cute). Here’s what I found on my computer when I came back inside:
He’s reached the stage where he knows that he’s supposed to smile when he’s getting his picture taken and it’s gotten very hard to get a natural smile from him…this is a classic example of the grimace that now comes with the words, “CHEESE!”
There aren’t words. He’s a ham. I don’t know where he gets it from. Really. I don’t.
Let me just say that I didn’t teach him about the camera on my computer. Under ideal circumstances, my computer is off limits (he’s not wearing a shirt because he had already gone on a hose rampage that resulted in a soaked boy and a soaked mommy…mischievous boy!).
Note the man-legs reclining on the chair in the background. I think he’s watching golf, not minding the photo shoot that is happening with mom’s sacred computer…
A partner in crime.
This is just a small sample of the photos that were waiting for me. I refused to participate because the camera on my computer always makes me look like a reflection in a spoon: shiny, round and disproportionate. Besides, this seemed to be a male bonding thing.
The gift for today is excitement…and Cheese! for Hams.