Archive for December, 2010

Mohawk Bokeh

Adam needed a haircut. I mean, he REALLY needed a haircut; the last one was a buzz cut by me when school started. In, umm, August. So, not only had it been four months since his last haircut, but his last haircut was done by me. With clippers. On the deck. Nice. People were starting to look for places to stick their contributions to the poor, ragged little urchin as he walked by. While it might have been tempting to let that happen (I really, really would like a new camera, or a flash, or a new lens… ), I finally decided that all I wanted for Christmas was a boy who looked like he was loved. So, we headed to the haircut place today and ended up with sweet Amanda, who made Adam laugh as she mowed off four months of growth. And when I mentioned that HE wanted a mohawk but we just couldn’t do that at school, she told him she could help him to compromise. “What does THAT mean?” asked the word-loving boy. “It means that I can give your mama and school what they want and STILL give you what you want!” she replied. And his eyes lit up. And her clippers hummed, and then her scissors softly shirred, and then? Oh, then the gel came out. And the spiking began. And for toppers? A nice gold sparkly finish, just for Christmas. My boy now looks like… MR. T!!!! No lie, put some bling around his neck and a ripped sleeveless tshirt, give him a good tan, and he’d be a dead ringer. *sigh* Suffice it to say that he’s a happy boy tonight, and as for me? I got my Christmas wish…

Silent Night, Holy Night...

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Christmas is coming….

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First time for everything

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Since Adam was 2, we’ve made gingerbread houses or trains or nativities (said it before and I’ll say it again here; I will never do that again. Adam wanted to eat the cookies after we made them, and there is something very wrong about biting the head off of baby Jesus. Amen). But this year marked a milestone; Adam decorated this house all by himself. I knew that if I sat there, I would give in to temptation and at least “suggest” if not outright take over. So, I stayed in the room but did my own thing while he decorated. I know there won’t be too many more years for this boy to feel “cool” about decorating a gingerbread house, so I’m going to squeeze every “moment” out of it while I can. We still need to do the “Polar Van Express“; Cheewee needs to hurry up and bring us our golden ticket! Big plans for tonight; we have tickets for “Ovo”, the bug-themed Cirque du Soleil show. We had tickets several weeks ago, but my father in law fell, and we ended up spending the evening in the emergency room with him. Which makes THESE tickets, paid for twice now, quite possibly the most expensive ever for us. Please, please let my father in law stay seated and safe this evening so we can make it to the show!

I Heart Faces-Pets

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I love “Pet Week” at I Heart Faces! Well, other than the fact that I have a REALLY hard time trying to decide on which photo to choose. My dog? The husky next door to my mom with the ice blue eyes? The adorable donkey down the road? The beautiful mustang that my friend trained? How about that crazy robber fly that was perfectly in focus, or the toad that my boy dressed in a seemingly endless supply of LEGO hats? This time around, I really was drawn to this photo of a friend’s sweet kitty baby; she has that “look” that my cats always gave me. Eyes almost closed, but not quite; she’s very aware that I’m there, but she’s relaxed and smiling for me. This was taken about a month and a half ago; I saw her today and she’s bigger but still a total sweetie. ❤
I know I’ll be checking out all of the links this week to see the sweet, silly, or even scary faces; head on over to I Heart Faces and treat yourself to some GREAT animal photos!

I Heart Faces–My arms are TOO short!


I’ve tried to take “long-arm” self-portraits, but it just doesn’t work for me. My zoom lens is too heavy to hold out and keep stable. And my arms are too short to hold my 50mm far enough out to focus. I don’t have a remote control clicker, so I’m pretty much left with mirror shots. Which leaves the camera in front of my face. But wait… that’s what most folks see when they look at me, so I guess this really is THE most accurate self-portrait anyway! :<) Do you take pictures of yourself? For me, it’s rare. Maybe I should make that my New Year’s resolution; to get in front of the camera more. ugh. First, the diet….
To see lots more of the IHF fans in FRONT of the camera, head on over to I Heart Faces and visit my friends… you might just get some great ideas on how to “picture yourself in the picture”!

Christmas Memories ~ a re-post

This was originally posted on December 21, 2008, at the original Life by the Creek blog. I put the Christmas quilt on Adam’s bed today and decided that it deserved to be re-posted.

The bug hunter’s teacher asked the kids to write a favorite Christmas memory or tradition so she could put them on the bulletin board outside the classroom. When all the paperwork came home in the Friday folder, his memory was tucked in amongst the tests and daily work. Now, I would have thought that the first thing he would have put down would have been the tradition of the elf, Cheewee. He’s had a lot of fun with that silly elf and looks forward to finding him every morning. From snow angels made in sugar to bringing gingerbread house kits each year, Cheewee always provides an ample supply of holiday joy.

Or, I thought that going to see Santa would rate a mention. We usually go to the Marietta Square and visit Santa in his workshop. This year, however, Santa was front and center at The Lighthouse Christmas party, so the bug hunter got to sit on the jolly old man’s lap without having to wait outside in the cold.

Or even, I thought, he would choose the white ceramic Christmas tree that was given to us many years ago by Weezie (his grandmother on his dad’s side). He loves that tree and nearly drove me crazy when he was little, removing all the colored lights and leaving them in a pile by the tree. Cheewee did get him back this year by doing the same; bug hunter had BUG eyes when he realized what that crazy elf had done!

Another thing that I thought would rate a mention was the making of the gingerbread house, something we’ve done each year. Well, one year it was actually a train, and one year we made it with graham crackers. Last year, we used the gingerbread house kit that Cheewee brought, AND we made a gingerbread Nativity, too. Won’t do that again; there’s just something not right about biting the head off of Baby Jesus. Anyway, the boy did most of the decorating on the house that Cheewee brought this year, and I would not have been surprised for that to be a favorite tradition.

So what WAS his favorite tradition/memory? Riding around the week before Christmas looking at Christmas lights? Nope. Making (and eating) Christmas cookies? Nada. Wearing ugly Christmas sweaters? Nary a mention. No, it was something totally off the radar for me, and so I’m thankful that his teacher actually asked him to write it down, or I would have never known. His favorite thing? “Snuggling up in the Christmas quilt that my mom puts on my bed each year.” What? I never knew, and quite honestly, I almost left the quilt in the storage box this year. I got it when bug hunter was three, to complete the Christmas train theme in his room. And those red and green trains that were so cute for a preschooler seem, well, childish for a nearly-nine year old. And yet, I think I understand WHY it’s a favorite thing. When the bug hunter wraps himself in his Christmas quilt each night, he isn’t just covered by red and green trains. He’s surrounded by ALL of those memories and traditions that we’ve created together over the years. All of the joy and laughter and love are all around him, and as he dreams, he’s weaving all of the new memories into the fabric for years to come. I’ve realized something else, as well. When the time comes to put away all of those traditions; when he no longer can hear the bells on Santa’s sleigh, it will be ME who snuggles under that quilt, cherishing our memories. And, I pray that one day, a little bug hunter junior will be wrapped in that quilt while his daddy tells him about a mischievous elf named Cheewee who’ll be hiding somewhere in their house. And then, that daddy will turn on the white ceramic Christmas tree, and his little bug boy will fall asleep to the soft glow of Christmas lights, just like his daddy did so many years ago.