Something for the grandmas out there. This is BittyBit with her Viewfinder. My sister had one in the 1940's, which I inherited when I came along. Edifying shots of bears at Yellowstone Park and Mount Rushmore. Now it's Disney Princesses and who knows what else? She's not supposed to take the cassette out herself. That's supposed to be a Mommy Job or a Daddy Job. But this is *my* grandchild we are talking about, and in this shot she is obviously thinking, "How fast can I pull this yellow thing out of the case after the flash goes off?"
I *love* this picture. Unlike Ado Annie in "Oklahoma", here we have a girl who *can* say "no". I want to blow this up to poster-size and give it to her on her 16th birthday, when she'll be officially old enough to date boys.
Best family story to-date: she calls Firstborn GiGi. And Firstborn did something irritating, at least from a not-quite-two-year-old's POV. So out of this precious mouth came the following:
"Gigi! *My* chair. Don't!"
2 comments:
Hi Lynn,
Thanks for your comment on my blog (needle to needle) and I totally agree - there is something about Aran knitting that makes purling okay. Oh by the way....Lynn is my middle name!
Renee (aka Punkin)
Marianne, I loved *most* of your comment; please resubmit without the abbreviations (as far as I'm concerned, it's taking the Lord's name in vain). Thanks!
Am hoping to see BittyBit sometime today; I've missed the little rascal.
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