It just so happens that the fine motor skills used to manipulate teeny-tiny legos are the very same ones you need to get Barbie ready for a Saturday night.
What do you call your field of expertise, if you don't care for the term "homemaker", or "stay-at-home mother", or "domestic engineer"...? During a particularly bleak moment, I christened it Crap Management.
At the entry level, this moniker is a fairly literal job description. The responsibilities expand, though, until the Manager is left holding a bag large enough to obscure all but traces of her former self. I'd like to redefine Crap Management. Let's consider it an effort to keep the crap at bay, to move on to what inspires...and leave the junk behind. With that in mind, I offer these photos. One a day, for the next year. I hope I can improve as a photographer. I hope I can capture ordinary moments that reveal joy, or tiny triumphs. I hope it doesn't get too boring. I hope you like them.
2 comments:
awwwww . . . he looks so intent on getting it just right!
Oh, he will soooo kill you when you show this image to his girlfriends when he is a teenager!! :-)
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