Yep. I reckon it is bizarre what Marie can do in a couple of free moments left alone with a jar of bubbles. I was waiting for my youngest to get ready for dance lessons this afternoon and blew some vacation bubbles upon our lawn. Poor Harley was confused. Did you know that it is quite nearly impossible to take a self-portrait with a hand-held 105mm macro lens---while stooping in the grass, focusing on a bubble? Bet ya didn't know? And for the record...I don't have a clue what that sperm like thingy is floating above my head--it better not be some toddler-omen...
News flash!!! Harley is going to play host to a hurricane evacuee. Her name is Sophie and she is half golden. She arrives on Wednesday, hopefully. It is a short term stay. But I think that Harley and Sophie insist that I take photos. See me smile... :-)
