6 posts tagged “georgia”
It's Self-Portrait Thursday.
As if Voxers need a reason to post a photo of themselves ;-) Here's mine.
My studious, yet motherly look....
The one thing I learned at the Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz, CA is that 5 year old boys are danger magnets! It's great for 8 year olds or any adult looking for a goofy outing in the woods. Someone suggested having a birthday there, which hadn't occurred to me. Perhaps for Savannah... Seth will have to be older though. He giggled and flopped around until he flipped on that steep hill and cracked his head against part of the cabin. As tough as they think they are, they still have such a sad, pathetic cry and want their mothers with each new scar.
Handing out the bumper stickers is genius because I've seen countless in the Bay area. That's really what got us there. After not buying anything in the souvenir shop, even with a begging 8 year old, we toured with a girl of about 20 who hadn't yet learned the importance of enunciation. She grew on me though. She was nice to Seth when he really needed it. After his fall, he somehow lost the pool ball and the golf ball that she loaned him to make him happy, which is really funny to me, as if Seth is the mystery and in seconds he loses everything you give him!
Don't wonder why I don't have photos of the hill, woods, or cabin; between my nausea at the disorientation and worry over Seth's running (sliding) across the cabin floor, it didn't occur to me to get a picture of the "anomalies".
Today, Brad and I have been married 15 years.
Our plans are waiting for the weekend. But I did dress up today :)
Actually, I think Daddy looks the happiest here. Reliving childhood through the kiddies? There's lots of fun to be had!
If you want to see a few more photos from the last several months, hop over to flickr.
No I did not actually take that bite. Brad thought the picture would be funny.
In the last month's time, I've met two Georgias. This is really unusual. And they're not Southerners, the secretary at Seth's preschool, and several customers behind me at Starbucks this morning, I heard a drink called for another Georgia. I was sure it was a mistake, but no! Several years ago while living in Texas, I found another Georgia Choate on Superpages.com. She lived out here in California. I wanna meet more.
