This past weekend we went out of town because FringeMan was scheduled to preach in the church where we were married. Because FringeMan is also an electrician and everybody likes outlets nowadays, we went down a day early so he could spend Saturday doing electrical work. My mom only lives about an hour away from where we were staying and so we (she and I) took the kids to a farm on Saturday.
They had this great old truck and I couldn’t resist taking pictures of the kids.
Just to set the record straight – FringeKid’s pants are capris!
My mother tells me her pants are short every time she sees them. They are made to be short, so lazy mothers like myself don’t have to hem them. I love capris for this reason. In the winter, I make her wear tall boots with them. I hate to hem almost as much as I hate to sew on buttons and I’ve been known to snip all the buttons from a jacket rather than sew one back on.
Anyway, back to the pictures…
I only wish I could have brought my son into focus…made him sharper so he would have stood out more from the truck. Oh, well, I’ll blame it on the point and shoot this time.
I was happy with the pictures until I saw this next photo my mother took.
It looks like a gypsy came to town and stole a few kids.
It looks like I should be driving that van!
Seriously I never thought, ‘when I grow up, I want to be a gypsy’.
Ok, maybe I did, but that was one dark Halloween night when I was seven.
When I see myself this way, I think I’ve missed my calling in life. Maybe I should have become a caftan wearing social worker with an office full of exotic chotchkies.
This picture is causing me to rethink my entire life. It’s going to be a long weekend.