I’m not really sure if it’s the lack of sleep, the enforcement of a routine, or possibly the allergy medicine our doctor gave us, but our daughter is asleep.
Granted, she’s still not actually in her bed. Once more she’s kind of camped out in front of the gate in her doorway. But still, it was only thirty minutes of fussing and crying.
When I started this blog back up after my break, its purpose was to give me a reason to take pictures with my new camera, and in turn have those pictures be a reason to create posts. Circle of Life, etc, etc.
And for the first few months, things went pretty well. Almost every day a picture was taken and a post appeared.
You may have noticed the paced slackened a bit in the past few weeks. The reason is I ran into a bit of a snag.
Namely, we moved my daughter out of her crib and into a Big Girl bed.
It hasn’t gone well.
I’ve finally got back into the game. Here’s the latest entry to The Digital Photography School’s Weekly Assignment:
Actually, I was once again more than a little disappointed. As usual they had posted the subject for this week’s assignment in the last assignment (Chairs), which I did not participate in. I saw the subject and immediately thought of this picture:
Unfortunately, I took this shot on June 23rd while flying back to Chicago. The contest period is for June 24th through July 8th.
Ah well
While stumbling through the sundry of magazines, flyers, and letters in our mail today, I came across a piece that made my heart skip a beat.
In terror. Skip a beat in terror. Nothing good ever happens to me. You should know this by now.
There was a letter addressed to me from the US District Court.
Our recent trip to New Jersey coupled with the vast amount of pictures taken has prompted me to give up and implement a photo gallery. The link should be accessible from the header above.
The software I’m using is currently in Beta, so I’m not making any guarantees of its robustness.
Now, before you get any ideas, I watched Project Runway
Now Project Runway has moved from a channel that I barely watch (Bravo) to one I don’t think I’ve ever watched (Lifetime). And Bravo, seeing the gaping hole in their line up, have done a Star Trek and rebooted the series with a show called The Fashion Show. Watch as they substitute one fashion premise with another, slightly different one. Gasp in amazement as Heidi Klum morphs into Kelly Rowland. Shriek in dismay as the easily quotable, highly refined, eminemently mockable yet likeable Tim Gunn is replaced by a wonder discovered in the darkest unexplored regions of New York that I have dubbed…Poodle Boy. His name is really Isaac Mizrahi, and apparently he’s well respected in the fashion world. But after watching the show a few times with my wife, I’ve decided that I Don’t Care and that He Annoys Me.
I’ve been trying to convince my wife that following such an obvious disaster in the making is a mistake that will lead only to heartbreak. She’s not listening to me.
And she’s kicked me out of the room.
Tim….I miss you buddy.
The saga of our small mountain of sand has reached its final chapter…I hope.
After a long day of travel from the shores of New Jersey to the heart of the Heartland, my little family pulled into our driveway only to be blocked from pulling our car into our own garage by the remnants of the giant pile of sand delivered oh so many weeks ago. I don’t know if the lack of sleep just made me extra curmudgeon-y, but something in me snapped and I resolved to take care of the situation with all possible haste.
That I was able to sneak out of my daughter’s room after only an hour or so of stories and songs is either a sign that our recent trip abroad (to New Jersey) grew my daughter’s confidence in sleeping in Big Girl Beds on her own, or that she was simply so exhausted by the day that she just gave up to sleep at 9:00 central.
Upon further consideration, I’d have to say it’s the exhaustion.
Click me!
Yes, we’re home once more. All things considered, this was a relatively short trip. We flew out Friday and came back this morning.
Somehow I ended up with 300+ photographs. Somethings will have to be pruned.
Honestly, this will give me greater impetus to use the new Photogallery software to host the bulk of these pictures (a surprising number of which are actually good).
I hate to waste an evening where I get Micah down with time to spare before I feel the need to pass out, but I think that my own exhaustion is setting in.
Plus I still don’t have coffee.
Tomorrow will be rough.
It’s remarkable how social a child who had been playing shy all day becomes Little Miss Social Butterfly once we announce it’s almost time to head back to the hotel. My grandparents got more attention in the last 30 minutes than they had gotten in the previous three hours.
There’s something about seeing stereotype after stereotype play out in front of you that makes a person think that maybe reality isn’t as real as they might think. I think I need to start making up bingo cards for New Jersey-isms every time I come back to this state.
In any case, we’re here now. Remarkably enough, our daughter has already fallen asleep on her makeshift bed. It only took a minimal amount of screaming.