The Happyish Homestead

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Anything I Post

will be completely underwhelming to last week.

Where I managed to find all the terrible pictures of me through high school.

Which wasn’t hard.

Because all pictures of me were terrible.

Did I not care?

Actually, I’ll answer this rhetorical question, I distinctly remember not caring.

Sometimes there is no sense in this world.

Did my parents not care?

Did society not care?

Where was the caring?

Not suprisingly, that blog post was the most responded to of my blogging career.

It surpassed new babies and old houses.

Stories about injured chickens and anecdotes about Adeline stuffing toilet paper up her nose.

People love a good train wreck.

Unfortunately, actually, scratch that, fortunately, that was majority of the terrible photos of myself during that trying time known as freshman year.

Sorry.

Totally not sorry.

I mean, but we’re not surprised.

Right?

That there’s not MORE pictures?

OK.

On to zero pictures of me sporting everything 90s in the 90s and onto pictures of my kids.

Whom I care about.

And give proper encouragement to in the wardrobe department hoping they might feel good looking at themselves in the future.

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Pogo hair.

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I wanted to make a more conscious effort to capture my older kids so I did a portrait of each of them.

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The best part of this tray is that it is divided into equal portions, with a distinct dividing line, to help keep the peace.

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This picture is so Spencer: dirty hands, scraped shin, shoelaces untied…

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They tore down the house across the street.

Which is unfortunate, on multiple levels.

It went from being a single family home on four acres to being developed into 21 homes.

The house was built by our previous neighbor’s father.

In the 1930s.

It had fallen into disrepair and the family was in debt so they sold the property to a developer to get out of the red.

So, I’ve been using it for picture taking.

It has this little patch of milkweed.

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Uh, I can’t remember why she was crying.

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I totally made my kids dress up and drove to a nicer nearby neighborhood to take some pictures.

Because Halloween is hectic.

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I take all my silhouettes across the street at the vacant lot on a pile of rubble

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Well, I guess that’s it.

Hope you’re having a lovely week and enjoying all the things fall has to offer.

Katie