Despite forecasts calling for a Two Day Nor’Easter, Saturday dawned bright and clear and cold. Soccer for all. Whit spiced up his soccer outfit with his usual flair.
Grace and I headed to the Common, where the Orange Frogs played the Teal Something or Others. I confess I was not paying super close attention and I don’t know what the score was.
Later that afternoon, my dear friend Jeri came to take pictures of the kids. We went to a nearby park and just played. I was sent to the sidelines to watch and told to stop telling me kids “no!” – harder than it sounds!
Grace demonstrated her weird upper body strength
Whit developed an enormous crush on Jeri. I have never seen him be so cooperative or downright flirty with anyone (yes, Jeri, I realize he was not that cooperative, but believe me, this was some kind of record). I think he wants to be a photographer now.
Saturday night Grace and I started reading the book for our first Mother Daughter Bookclub, the inaugural meeting of which is next weekend. The Boy Who Grew Flowers is a charming story and I highly recommend it.
Sunday brought the promised storm. The children bundled up to go watch a regatta with Matt. It was freezing and pouring rain. Going Outside No Matter What is a kind of mantra around here.
Then in the afternoon I took Grace and Whit to see Where the Wild Things Are. Spectacular.
I developed a big crush on both your kids. They were a joy to photograph. I am woefully behind on blogging, but I promise a sneak peek by the weekend. I'm sorry to be so lame — three shoots in front. Ugh.