Twenty-Six: 52



 the 52 project.
Portraits of my main squeezes, every week.

O, this week you…

…made some new friends. They are off-the-hook sweetness. Conveniently, they live next door.

…took some nasty spills. We think you may be having a growth spurt and are not sure where your limbs are. Fortunately, you have remained in one piece and nothing keeps you down for long.

…are missing your best friend so very much. This is the hard part about summer vacation. Some people go on them.

…went out in the rain, after bedtime, in your pajamas and rain boots to splash around  during our mini-monsoon and to run a boat down the culvert. It’s still stuck.

C, this week you…

…have had it with being The Injured Guy (and also with any continued documentation of being The Injured Guy, hence the still life I found on the kitchen floor today).

…probably did a little bit more than you should have because see above.


Twenty-Five: 52



A little late, but if you read my last post, you know why!

 the 52 project.
Portraits of my main squeezes, every week.

O, this week you…

…did not help me pick strawberries, but that’s okay…you helped me eat them.

…immersed yourself in the ice-melt swimmin’ hole. You were shiver-laughing the whole time. I made it in up to my ankles.

…have been stepping up to help without being asked since Papa has been flat out, fetching things for him and cleaning up to make sure he has enough room to use crutches or lay on the floor. Also, you’ve been great about finding ways to spend time with him. There have been board game marathons, which keep both of your spirits up on these rainy, rainy, immobile days.

C, this week you…

…broke yourself. You don’t like to relate the story, but someday it will be hilarious, especially the part about the dog finding you on the ground and dropping a frisbee on your face. Okay, maybe that’s the only funny part.

…can’t believe what shitty timing this is for a debilitating injury. I couldn’t agree with you more.