Oh boy, Sophie Mae is walking. It's the end of my life as I know it. Just a few minutes ago, the fridge door was open and I saw her reaching in - such a curious 11 month old (and nosy!) so I grabbed my camera and shut out all the lights hopefully in time to catch her - got it. And she didn't care I shut out all the lights - as long as she could play in the fridge. Usually, by the time I grab my camera she is onto something new, someplace else, not as blogable (spell check is saying blogable isn't a word but I use it all the time). I put the image in PS and blacked my blacks and gave my whites a little glow... and here she is. She better not touch my beer...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Got Milk?
Oh boy, Sophie Mae is walking. It's the end of my life as I know it. Just a few minutes ago, the fridge door was open and I saw her reaching in - such a curious 11 month old (and nosy!) so I grabbed my camera and shut out all the lights hopefully in time to catch her - got it. And she didn't care I shut out all the lights - as long as she could play in the fridge. Usually, by the time I grab my camera she is onto something new, someplace else, not as blogable (spell check is saying blogable isn't a word but I use it all the time). I put the image in PS and blacked my blacks and gave my whites a little glow... and here she is. She better not touch my beer...
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