Saturday, May 29, 2010

Day One Hundred and Fourty-Six

Tutu twirls...

Thursday afternoon I heard Ava in her room and she sounded like she was upset about something so I went in to she what could have possibly ruffled her feathers.  I found her pointing to something in the closet and I looked and low and behold she wanted her tutu.  She has two of them but neither has been worn in over six months.  Here she was the last time she wore either. 

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I remember the good ole days before I had to actually chase my subject down, before blurred action shots, before she refused to look at the camera, when studio shots were actually possible, and sessions could be planned out.

Back to current day (or last Thursday).  So I reached up and grabbed the tutu and she raised her arms ups high and started running in place out of excitement.  She couldn't wait to put it on.  I slipped it on over her head and she grinned ear to ear and ran into the foyer.  She began to twirl around and prance from room to room.  I couldn't believe how excited she got over a tutu.  Looks like I will be putting her in dance classes this fall. 

We did her lesson in the tutu because she did not want to take it off.  While we were sitting on the floor finishing up her shapes puzzle her Daddy came home.  The next sequence of photos is her showing her Daddy her tutu and what she could do in it.  O and they are pretty blurred but I didn't get a chance to adjust my settings.  I caught the moment so that counts for something.





Day One Hundred and Fourty-Five

Canadian or American..

Apparently there are two ways to spell 40.  I spelled it two different ways but both looked right so I googled it.  Good ole' Google told me there are two correct spellings: forty which is American and fourty which is Canadian.  Spell check prefers forty but my eyes prefer fourty so I'll leave it as fourty for today. 

My picture for today (well, umm actually last Wednesday) is a close up of a rose in the backyard.  I need to take a picture of the red ones.  I wish I could capture that smell and share it with you because it is so sweet smelling.  Not offensive like perfume manufacturers lead you to believe roses are.  Never ever trust synthetic smells...like lavendar.  The real thing smells NOTHING like the offensive perfumes and fragrances in stores.

In fact I do not like perfume or colognes because I find them very offensive.  They give me headaches, make me cough, and I often have to hold my breath around perfume wearers.  Too much inhalation of perfumy (I don't think that is a real word) air will make me nauseous.  I love essential oils and natural extracts but synthetic is horrible.  Similar to funeral flowers I find perfume overwhelming.  I'm glad Aaron feels the same and also has similar reactions to it or I would have to ask him not to wear cologne.  Which reminds me of a pet peeve from my office working days.  Those people (and they know who they are) who wear so much cologne or perfume in the mornings that when you get on the elevator you know they are at work.  Not because they are in the elevator with you but because they left their scent behind.  I found men were worse with that.  Some so potent you could barely enter their office without a gas mask in hand.  I will never understand what they are trying to cover...they must smell horrible naturally.  Or maybe they have awful breath or maybe they are so arrogant they like to smell themselves...hahah, they may have been it.

So back to my photo...here is the rose....