If You Give a Kid a Camera….
Her view from the shopping cart.
Maura (who’ll be 6 next month) captured her Pap while shopping.
With her mother’s phone. They sent it to me. I asked if I could blog it.
Good one Maura. Thanks for sharing Erika. Here’s the guest blog of the day.
I thought she did well to freeze a moment in time- Saturday afternoon at Costco, after the swim meet.
Looking good, Pap!
Do you have a doll with crocheted clothes, right on its body?
Marlene’s cousin made many of these bride dolls and I photographed hers when we were in Hardy. Virginia,
There is a 1951 pattern available for $1.49
Would like to make a gallery of vintage crochet dolls and their clothes if you want to share a pic or two.
Joanne, i know you have that poodle! Are people still creating these? Share your photos.
Look what just arrived from Omaha! Joanne sent her Poodle crocheted by Aunt Angie
The four grandchildren were here since Thursday night and their mom and dad went to a wedding in Philly this weekend.
We had a nice time together and the house is feeling pretty empty now.
Today they watched Steve remove a dead squirrel out of the fireplace and take it outside. Michael said, “You’ve got an animal in your fire pit.”
Thank goodness for the glass doors. Guess that screen on top of the chimney came off!
Missing all the fun you bring to me. Hope you’ll plan a return visit soon.
Steve and I took the grandchildren to Harmarville to BOWL on Saturday afternoon. Just looked up the history of bowling and never knew the Ancient Egyptians bowled.
The lanes we bowled in felt pretty wild.
Michael and Maura put their hands over their ears for some of the rocking video tunes
Music videos are projected on screens over the lanes and spots of disco lights all colors, swirl and flash.
A total sensory experience. Stimulating, for sure. (Perhaps overly so)
Even the size numbers glowed on the back of the shoes and the bowling balls seemed to glow.
Three out of our six bowlers were left handers! I think it is a lot harder than it looks. All in all we had a fun time.
(Photo lightened a tad so you could see their faces)
Steve, originally from the Akron Ohio area, is a natural bowler. :-)
This weekend I shared Maura’s bedroom in Ohio and Anna joined us, too. We shared some laughs.
Turns out there were more “kids” in the place than just the granddaughters.
The happy boy doll with the open mouth is Baby Michael and he is ALWAYS happy like you see him in the photograph.
If I heard right, he was a score in the Consignment Store.
The tiny baby was Anna’s first doll but she’s almost 11 and so sister Maura has taken over her care now.
The girls and I went to Aunt Lala’s today. Uncle James was at work.
Aunt Lala did the girls hair.
Then we hung out with Penny the Golden Doodle on the front porch and the girls loved the porch swing.
Anna and Penny traded bandanas and headbands. We had a relaxing summer afternoon.
Trying to not think about my return to school on Tuesday.
I used Laura’s sewing machine to stitch up the legs, arms and tails and now the two monkeys for Anna and her friend are ready to turn, stuff and stitch by hand. The socks were on Clearance for 93 cents at Target last year. I bought way too many thinking I would make a ton of monkeys.
Eight years ago I created a homemade book for granddaughter Anna for her third birthday. You know those blank white books you can buy in an art store or school supply? I photographed Baby Doll doing all sorts of things around the house and yard and swing set. I even had the photos printed on PAPER and mounted them on the pages and wrote a caption for each shot.
Anna wasn’t a collaborator then as it was a surprise for her.
You get the idea of the book I made. And I thought I could make another one, no problem. HA!
Today her sister Maura (5+) thought it would be a great idea to make a book together, starring her Bitty Baby and Chelsea baby dolls and her AG Clare. I thought it sounded like a good idea, too.
Only problem, Maura suddenly got into some unnatural poses and grimaces and it didn’t look right to me. Also the dolls seemed to have more vacant stares than good old Baby Doll (originally belonging to their mother Erika) who seemed MUCH more cooperative and responsive to my direction (plus it was my direction alone previously)
But I can learn from the experience of the photo shoot. The results did not match my vision. But Maura had a blast and likes the pictures and we all had a great laugh. Erika thinks my efforts are funny. I think it is good to show the outtakes sometimes, too.
I showed today’s pics to her mother Erika and she said she loved them all. Her brothers and sisters are the one who said that Maura looks like a Bobblehead in the one (due to Grandma’s angle and perspective)
Maura liked the photographs, just fine by her.
So here is what we came up with and for me it is back to the beginning and reworking the shots and getting Maura to ease up on the posing. Will see what we come up with on the next attempt.
Ooops down one subject
And the Bobblehead shot.
Siblings. The two youngest. Jack is 7 Maura is 5
They aren’t known for being charter members of the “get-along” gang.
In fact, they can annoy and aggravate one another with a simple song, a glance, a perceived injustice. Oh my. Sounds exhausting?
So Mark (their dad called) and ask how Punch and Judy were doing. It’s been only 24 hours.
Will see how it goes. Today there were a few rough spots but they are settling into a routine here.
I was wishing I still had the book. He Hit Me First so I could refresh my understanding of sibling rivalry.
Pictures don’t always tell the whole story.
They kids wanted individual photos, each sitting on the special wooden seat.
I said I had just one shot left on my camera card which was the absolute truth. I could have deleted a photo on the card to make room for two pics but it forced them to sit together. We had just come from a nice time at the playground in the park.
I had the camera already as I was photographing Mark grilling trout on a cedar plank. The late afternoon light was perfect.
Maura was running running running.
Old Grandma photographed her but Maura didn’t think anything of it and ignored my shooting.