collective

Here are a few odds and ends.

Odds.

The other day, I saw a gaggle of women in workout attire walking down the street. I thought it was a social exercise group... until I saw them sweeping the sidewalk. Odd.

You know you have spent too much time behind the camera when this happens:

I was opening the garage door. Blinded by the mid-day light, my first thought was, "Man, that is overexposed!!" Yeah.

And a note on parenting a threenager...

Scene: I am laying down nursing Logan. Daegan spies some diapers outside the window (*sigh* no idea why those were out there...).

"Mommy. Daegan see diapers outside. Daegan going to clean up diapers."
"Not right now, sweetie. Don't worry about them, mommy will get them."
"Right. I forgot. Daegan needs shoes."
leaves, returns with shoes on.
"Daegan, you are STILL not going outside. Mommy said no."
"Oops! Silly Daegan! I need pants! It is too cold outside for my bare butt. I freezing."
leaves, returns with pant and shoes on.
"Daegan. Look in my eyes. Mommy said NO. You are NOT going outside to clean up the diapers."
"No. Daegan need help mommy. Daegan do it."
"Once Logan is asleep, I will open the door for you and you can play outside. AFTER he falls asleep. Not before. Now please be quiet."
"Mommy, YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME. You are busy. You nurse Logan. Daegan is a helper. Daegan clean up diapers. Now be quiet. I be right back."
"Daegan Loki, you are NOT going outside right now. Go watch Sprout."
"OK."
he leaves, presumably, to the living room. five minutes later, I hear his shoes crunching on the rock outside. Diapers come flying in the window. A second later, he is back in the room with me.
"See, Mommy? No big deal. You make EVERYTHING so HARD."

lol.