You know when people are describing something and they don’t want to go into all the details? They say something like, “…and what not…” or maybe, “Baduh baduh baduh” or “yadda yadda yadda.” This post is the type of thing they are whatnotting or yaddayaddaing or baduhbaduhing over. It’s really nothing pertinent to the big story so it usually gets untold. But not at the Lunchbox. Whatever comes out of the lunchbox is what you get. And… true to life being like a lunchbox, sometimes Mom forgets to send it with you, in which case you get nothing. There are days like that here too. (Um… I’m talking about the blog just in case you were worried that my kids sometimes go hungry.)
Tonight I have three boys. See? My big boy is away at his very first sleepover. Next week he will be starting college and soon after he will be getting married. I think I just aged a few years thinking about the speed at which this occurs.
They were watching a Christmas movie that they found at the library and just had to have. (And I had to have 27 photography and Photoshop books. Or thereabouts.) Okay. Whatever. and the reason I marked the moment with a picture? Well, don’t they look cute all lined up there?
Look at those pensive little looks. This was obviously a very serious movie. Clearly, it was something that was super deep. (It was Veggie Tales.)
It really had them digging deep into their
noses souls, searching for the bigger meaning of it all.
The real reason I needed to take these pictures, other than the wee cherubs being just so neatly lined up, was that I needed to practice taking pictures in low lighting. Still contemplating how successful I was. But I like the warm glow to the pictures. And as you can see by the frames I’ve been doing some more experimenting in Photoshop with Actions and
what not such.
Meanwhile The Pastor was busy praying.
Just kidding. He wasn’t really praying. He was cooking with his eyes closed.
Okay. He was cooking and he happened to blink. But I thought he looked like he was praying and thought it was a cool picture.
He was cooking chicken on the George Foreman grill for Asian chicken salad. George Foreman grilling isn’t real cooking though. But he does really cook. He always mans the BBQ (sometimes even in the dead of winter) and he makes some mean rosemary garlic pork chops.
Does your husband cook? What is your favorite thing that he makes? What’s his specialty? Husbands who read this, please feel free to answer for yourself.
This is The Pastor looking at me with the, “Would you please stop taking pictures of me?” look. I know it well. It often turns into this kind of look only shortly thereafter…
And I continue on. Have I ever mentioned that I’m a terrible tease and a flirt? I blame my Grandma for these genes. She was a flapper. I’m pretty sure that means she was just as sassy as me.
Here he is after he knows he has no hope of making me stop taking pictures. His only recourse is to start making goofy faces so that I no longer want to photograph him.
Here is my bookshelf and our clock that never works.
Do I need a reason for showing that to you? It’s part of the what not.
Here’s another little what not. Until yesterday I did not have any of my own photography displayed anywhere on the main level of our house. I have a few pictures of the boys taken back in the fall, framed in our upstairs hall and a few family pictures in our bedroom, but other than that the only pictures I’ve ever printed in the last 5 years have been ones that I have given to family members.
When we rearranged our entire house last week it left us with an entire wall that needed decor. So the other day we went and bought two cool frames and we now have real family pictures hanging on our wall. (And one picture taken by Ree was snuck in there too.) You’d think with me being such a shutter bug that this would have happened a long time ago. I like it. (Edit: We got these frames at Urban Barn. It looks as though you cannot buy these frames on their site. They are made by Nexxt. I couldn’t find this exact model on their site either, though they did have the smaller versions.)