As I was leaving to go run some errands the other day, I tooted my horn as always and waved out the window at my husband. I could see him in the distance, in the yard tossing frisbees to George. I did a double take when I noticed he had the camera with him.
So I waved some more.
But wait. What’s this? George wants to come for a ride in the car. Forget the frisbee. It’s mom in the car! A ride!! A ride!! (He does love a good ride.)
I think he’s getting surprised that I’m not stopping. But that’s not stopping HIM.
Ma!! Wait!! Take me with you!! Maaaa!!!
Shane!! Shane, come back, Shane!! Shane!!
When I was very young, I had a huge crush on Brandon DeWilde and I don’t care that I’m showing my age. The boy was beautiful. And such a wonderful actor.
I’ve digressed as I’ve never digressed before. **sniff ** Let’s get back to George . . .
Guess who’s turning two years old today?
George was born on Seven Eleven Oh Seven. That’s how my husband says it. (And he’s bought a present for him.)
PS ~ The quality of these photos is way below standards for my discriminating tastes, being the hoity-toity person I am. I did what I could with them, though and for what it’s worth, I’m just going to let it go. I’m just sayin’.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .