Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve made it a point to pick up my camera again after what feels like too long of a hiatus. I know that documenting one’s every move can seem like the most tedious thing in the world these days, but taking photos when I’m out and about is refreshing once again. I’m viewing our everyday activities in a new, special light. And, apparently I blinked and my daughter has become a full-fledged little girl. When did that happen? We spent some time being intrepid explorers in the backyard and this is what I captured of my little beauty…
Telling stories on her ‘mountain house’ in the ‘forest.’
The classic look of skepticism (my sister and I make this exact same face).
More and more and more stories.
“Isn’t it a beautiful day, Mum?” / “It’s a pretty nice temperature out here!” / “What’s yogurt made from?” / “Watch this!!” / “Why doesn’t Daddy wear pyjamas?”
Picking flowers, always.
Discovering milkweed pods and their contents.
Tumbles in the grass (or, the Nottawa version of Christina’s World ? Apologies to Andrew Wyeth <or not>). Did I really have a hand in creating this imaginative, sensitive, joyous person? Unbelievable.
Enjoy your weekend, everybody. We plan to hit up the Great Northern Exhibition in Collingwood to see the prize-winning animals and maybe have some pie. Hey, it works for us these days…