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Unphotographed Moments – Day Three

(This post is part of a series for August 2013 entitled “Unphotographed Moments.” Read the intro to the series here.)

Today’s Unphotographed Moments:

Owlet hunched over, seriously choking up on her putter during her very first mini-golf experience. Later, she told me “I really liked that miniature.” Meaning, she had fun golfing. She really wanted to try the bumper boats but you had to be 40 inches just to ride with an adult and even taller to go by yourself.

Platypup tripping outside and falling flat on his belly in the grass, looking up to determine whether to get upset, and after a moment’s deliberation grinning a roguish grin.

Owlet asking a string of “Why?”s while reading Llama Llama Misses Mama. She had asked plenty of normal whys before, but a switch flipped a week or so ago and now she is in full throttle three-year-old why mode. I love it. For now. It is delightful to dig to the bottom of the reasons with her.

Hanging laundry in the cooling evening air, sun setting, boy-child cackling while playing a hybrid of tag and peekaboo with Granny.


Today’s one-shot photo:


There’s a flying saucer behind me!


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2 thoughts on “Unphotographed Moments – Day Three

  1. I adore the inquisitive “why” stage. And your children slay me with their sheer adorableness.

    • Thank you, my sweet dear friend. This reminds me that I meant to issue the following disclaimer for anyone I don’t know in real life who thinks this is an accurate representation of life around here: other, less lovely unphotographed moments today include Platypup’s accidental but still crazy painful nipple-biting, Owlet slicing her finger chopping potatoes, major stealth poop from Platypup after he was in his night diaper and all ready for bed, and both kids crying hard for at least ten minutes straight while struggling to share my lap. And the fact that I can only remember four means this was a way above-average good day. End disclaimer.

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