we had another gorgeous day here in the pnw {i know, right??} and i said to parker, "hey little monster {that's actually a term of endearment, despite what the glaring lady at the pediatrician's office might have thought}, let's go sit out on the grass & wait for your dad to get home. and? bonus. i'll take your picture & you'll look cute."
it all sounded good in my head. too bad p-ray hates sitting in the grass. i got all sorts of puckered lips, furrowed brow, & squinty-eyed frustration shots. and not even the cute kind. the kind where you're like, geeze kid... lighten up. but here's one of the cuter-ish ones.
so i resorted to taking headless shots.
...because without a head you'd never know this kid has a deep seeded fear of death by grass exposure.
and then i attempted to make things better by plopping him down on a blanket. he didn't like that much either. i can tell because he's obviously plotting something terrible to get back at me for all of this.
right?
definite payback brewing in that mind of his.
but then i reminded him that his birthday was in five days & we'll be celebrating it in two days. and that seemed to help him come around a bit.
silly p-ray.
and in closing, i have to give a shout out to target who knows how to pick me up when i'm feeling down. yes, i'm referring to you mr-eight-dollar-clearance-blue-stripey-sweater. you made my day.
just sayin.
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