|They might in fact actually be fairies.|
That's right. For the first half of March, it was downright balmy in the windy city. We had eight straight days of record breaking highs. And not just record breaking, record SHATTERING. A week ago, it was ninety degrees. In Chicago. In March.
So what did I do with my kids? I took them outside.
I kept wanting to turn on the sprinkler in the back yard, but... who knew how long it would last? What if it froze again? Not worth the trouble. So the girls had to be satisfied with playing in the grass and the sun.
Oh, the horrors.
At any rate, I don't consider myself a particularly good photographer. But I do love taking pictures of my children. And they certainly make it easy. So here, for your enjoyment, is my photo spam. Captioned in haiku.
Because deficient though I usually am in the realm of photographing my children, I am a master of poetical brevity.
|glowing in the dusk|
|my sweet queen of the back yard|
|surveying her realm|
|knows what I'm doing|
|forgetting about the fit|
|she threw over lunch|
|two angels in white|
|dirty knees, chestnut ringlets|
|sand between their toes|
|sunlight in her hair|
|she tires of me watching her|
|"mommy, I coming..."|
|always mommy's hats|
|too large, too great, too heavy|
|always mommy's heart|