Whipping out the iPhone (or as I like to call it, the iBobe) to take a quick photo is addicting.
My girl moves fast and I spent most of my days as a single parent (yay for med school). I usually don’t have the Serious Camera on hand, so I whip out the iBobe and take a few photos. It’s painless and though the photo quality is never stellar, it does document the moment. Every few months, I clean out my phone and I’m tickled with what I find.
Mackenzie and Scott chowing on watermelon at the Jeppesen picnic:
The day I discovered all Mackenzie’s hair pretty much grew as a mohawk and was duck fuzz everywhere else:
Mackenzie’s favorite place to sit. She always wants me to join her in sitting on this curb, so she pats it right next to her and says “Sih sih” encouragingly until I relent.
The day she got into the flour pantry and proceeded to cart each thing across the kitchen and stack it taller than she was. Where does she get these ideas?
… and she went back looking for more:
She loves the piano, just like her daddy:
She has her own sense of style and insists this skirt is meant to be worn at armpit level:
We’re loving the fresh fruit this summer. Every morning, Mackenzie and I share a big bowl of it with rolled grains, ground flax, and chopped up nuts with unsweetened soymilk:
Breakfast at my parents’ house:
My cutie nephew who has two new baby sisters (and who looks like my husband):
I tried to do Mackenzie’s hair one afternoon. She sat patiently and played with her clippies while I wet and re-wet her hair, trying to coerce it into pigtails.
I chose those pictures carefully because they make my effort look successful. Then you see this one and realize, it’s a bit premature to gather that amount of hair in a clip: