Put Your Hand on Your Tummy

While driving this morning, I was commentating on all those drivers who seriously have no clue how to drive and who would very much benefit by my being in their backseat.

My daughter said, "Momma, put your hands on your tummy and breathe in and breathe out. Then you will be calm."

Love her - my conscience.

Lily and the Camera

Every once in a while - okay maybe once a day - the Princess grabs the camera and starts shooting. As I am not one to censor artistic freedom, being a big supporter of the first amendment, I let her go. I love to see the pictures she takes. Over the months she has developed a kind of artistic sense - used to be all thumbs and fingers but now she arranges objects for portraits.

A favorite subject is toys - any toy. Here she has placed Bert in the car wash. I kind of like the look on his face.

But what I find most interesting is that I see the world from her perspective. Below she's in the kitchen taking a picture of Paul at the computer. It never occurred to me until I saw this how intrusive into her sight line the peninsula in our kitchen is. Just look at that counter jutting out. I used to giggle when she'd go around it about three feet away, but now I realize why.