Project 365 – day 39

In case you are having difficulty distinguishing that face, that is the, “get that camera out of my face and close the door on your way out,” look.

Ahhh fourteen….such a lovely age.  If you haven’t yet experienced it, prepare now.  Do you remember the bomb drills in the fifties?  Duck & cover, if I remember correctly?  Well you can call this preparation, pray & weep.  And love them to pieces while they still let you because soon your baby will think he knows everything and your wisdom is suddenly likened to that of Fred Flintstone.  Fortunately,  it usually only lasts a couple of years and then their heads somehow manage to snap back in place.

Only a couple more years to go before her head stops spinning the entire 360 degrees….I hope.

Project 365 – Day 38

I had to bribe her with gum to stand still for this one.

Did you notice the potty chair in my kitchen?  I’m a desperate woman.  I have visions of her wearing diapers when she turns six. 

Project 365 – day 37

It has been a really long and hard week and I really needed to see signs of spring.  I wish there was more new life to see, but this was all I could find.  

Project 365 – Day 36

Project 365 – day 35

I had some beautiful photos to show you today.

Who knew my fancy camera would take pictures with no memory card?

And not save any of them.

So here is my desperation picture, which is good because it is pretty desperate.

Anyway, this benign looking little book of bunnies and other sweet furry things, totally threw me for a loop at bed time a couple of weeks ago.

Bella picked it out at the library and I never skimmed through it.  It had bunnies and flowers.  

It looked like something from Tasha Tudor’s hand.  Aren’t bunnies supposed to be harmless? 

Well they should be.

Carrot Cake was written and illustrated by Nonny Hogrogian and published in 1977.  

It started out with a marriage in the rabbit kingdom, (my first red flag was here.)  No two year old needs to read books about marriage.  Even in the rabbit kingdom.

It then proceeded to the mother rabbits telling their children to love, honor and care for one another.  They then returned from their honeymoon to the realities of bunny life…..with each other. 

From this point on, it went steadily down hill. 

Mr. & Mrs. Bunny went for a walk and Mr. Bunny had lots of things to tell Mrs. Bunny about his day, but each time he told her something, she did not reply the way he thought she should and he became exasperated with her.

“I bought this new vest to wear when we go visiting.”

“Oh,” repeated Mrs. Rabbit.

“Is that all you can say?” said Mr. rabbit.

“Well, what should I say?”

“You might say, ‘Wear your new vest until it falls apart.’ “

“Well if you say so,” his shy wife said, “wear it with smiles until it falls apart.”

The conversation continued like this until Mr. Rabbit didn’t like something that Mrs. rabbit had said.

“Foolish wife! You should tell the baker how senseless he is,” Mr. rabbit shouted.

Then Mrs. rabbit finally has enough of his abuse and starts to hit him.  Not kidding.

“Is that all you can say?” she cried.

“Well what should I say?”

“You should ask me about my day, and you should be patient with my shyness or even my stupidity.”

Huh?

Now she’s calling herself stupid?

Yeah, I’m not seeing the benefit of anything in this book.

So in case your wondering I started making up my own story by page four.  And Nonny if your reading, you are a wonderful artist, but this is not appropriate reading for young children….or old.  Could you skip the domestic violence and add a little more kindness and love.  Children everywhere would benefit from it.  Really.

Project 365 – day 34

This is the job that never ends and it goes on an on my friends……

Sing it Lambchop.

Project 365 – Day 33

Cleaning out my cupboards today I found this.  The breakfast of champions.  Since it was found way in the back of the cupboard, I guess it would be safe to say I’m not a champion.  Just a wanna be, if that counts.  But I thought  I would share this photo with you because I have always loved the McCann’s label.  It just screams, “Buy me!”  Maybe if I put it in the front of the cabinet it would also scream, “Eat me!”

One can only hope.