I am blessed to be friends with a not only a lovely lady, but a wonderful photographer, Cat Fluss. She came over on Sunday to do a session with Lily, and here are a few samples of what she did. As always, thank you for taking such beautiful pictures of our children!
As I stood waiting for someone to bring me a pool at Toys R Us, which incidentally I loathe about as much as Babies R Us, I watched as person upon person came up to the Customer Service desk, all apparently to check out. Despite the lady behind the counter informing each person "lane one is open," they all continued to stand there, and actually had the audacity to complain that it was taking too long.
I am continually amazed at not only the complete rudeness of people, but also the apparent lack of sense in these same people. Seriously, you are not the only people in this world. And last I checked, the world does not revolve around you. The sad part is their kids are standing right there, watching this behavior, and all I can think is, this is the next generation, learning inconsideration, impatience, and disrespect. How sad.
Today, my father, deemed "Gran-Gran," "Granddaddy," and "Gran-Man" by Charlie, made popcorn with Charlie in our popper. My father believes that the electric popper is the best because it uses less oil, doesn't burn the kernels, and keeps the popcorn from becoming soggy. And the most important rule is to ONLY use Orville Redenbacher's Gourmet Popping Corn.
So, Charlie, who loves popcorn as much as my father does, experienced for the first time, the whir of the dasher spinning, and the anticipation of the first kernel popping. Watching it, I had a sense of dejavu, remembering Daddy making popcorn on Sunday nights before Star Trek came on TV.
And Charlie literally jumped up on chair when the first kernel popped, and laughed as the bowl filled up.
So Charlie was able to enjoy a bowl (or two) of the only popcorn my father considers real, with his grandfather. An afternoon to remember.
