


Its a quick snap shot of life. Cam is fishing for a wooden spoon. She's pinned down her one leg by sitting on it and is precariously perched on the other, but a steadying hand makes the position feasible. Then just as she conquers the wooden spoon, she lets her want to share with Macy distract her steadying hand. Its not until she is about a third of the way down does she realize that her leg is pinned. You can see it try to kick out for balance, but no dice. No where to go but down. Thud. I wonder how much kids cry because they are hurt, and how much is just frustration with all the different things you have to keep track of just to stay on your feet. It doesn't seem fair sometimes.
And then you get to looking and you get stuck looking at a few pictures a little longer than the 1 second you can spend on each one to cover all you pictures in something rediculous - like 4 hours. And you realize you will never be done.
And then you give up and are happy that at least if you go looking, you can find some pictures worth looking at again.
But lots of time has been put into organizing and classfying photos automatically, but if camera makers really want a killer app that will help improve their customers lives, they need to create cameras that will either keep you from taking photos you will never want to look at again or offer to delete the blurry, overexposed, bad photos. Then I wouldn't be in this position in the first place.
The girls were out jumping when my sister was on the phone with her husband. Macy walked over and clearly said "I wanna talk to Dada, please." By the time I found the camera she was a bit frustrated and not talking as clearly, but here is what I captured.
P.S. Most of what Macy says are sentences ending in "please", and as I opened our blog both girls pointed to Tibu and said "Beebu!" We are talkers.
Next, we must stop and point out every plane that flies over head. We live 20 miles from two of the world's busiest airports. This happens often, but she makes it look amazing each time.
This is a sight I see regularly:
This has also led to many opportunities for the girls to learn about cookies - one of Camy's favorite words. As you can see in the picture below, she still struggles getting it all in the right place. Macy is more efficient in eating her cookies.
Now we say that Macy still looks like me. Camy has her days where she looks very much like her mother, and other days like me - a bit of a chameleon.