Bedhead and Breakfast
Obed still has the super-soft, fine baby hair, so bedhead is rare with him. This morning, however, was the exception to the normal. Obed is finally able to join in the bedhead hall of fame! What a proud day in the Black home.
We attended a wedding last weekend at which our friend, Mandi, was the photographer. Ever since Asher saw Mandi taking pictures, he has been obsessed with taking pictures and uses his "flashlight camera" to take pictures of every and all activity. This morning he kept requesting I take pictures of him. "Take a picture of me eating oatmeal."
"Now take a picture of me eating toast." It was a large breakfast for Asher (toast, oatmeal, a banana, 4 strawberries, a toaster strudel and a large glass of juice)... and with every new item, he wanted his picture taken. The good thing about this is that if I ever forget what Asher looks like when he's eating oatmeal or toast, I now have pictures to commemorate this moment. Phew.
We attended a wedding last weekend at which our friend, Mandi, was the photographer. Ever since Asher saw Mandi taking pictures, he has been obsessed with taking pictures and uses his "flashlight camera" to take pictures of every and all activity. This morning he kept requesting I take pictures of him. "Take a picture of me eating oatmeal."
"Now take a picture of me eating toast." It was a large breakfast for Asher (toast, oatmeal, a banana, 4 strawberries, a toaster strudel and a large glass of juice)... and with every new item, he wanted his picture taken. The good thing about this is that if I ever forget what Asher looks like when he's eating oatmeal or toast, I now have pictures to commemorate this moment. Phew.
posted by Kirsten at
7:09 AM
1 Comments:
I like Asher. He has only said hi to me once in his life, but he imitates me. Now I know he likes me back.
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