The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: picture day.
I can't believe it's already been a month since Max turned one. This is getting a little ridiculous.
To celebrate (or because it happened to be happening today) we took him to see Santa for the first time. Max did not care for being held by a strange man in a red suit, but I think the picture they took with me holding Max next to Santa and Kat on Santa's lap might turn out okay. We'll see.
Work was pretty fun today, if a bit hectic at times. One of the local wineries had their Christmas party at the alley and I ran it on my own for the most part. There were around thirty bowlers and they were a good group.
Looking forward to spending tomorrow with my family.
Mine:
He's fed, he's clean,
He's as good as he's ever been!
Capture this fast,
Because it surely will not last!
2 comments:
I think Santa is one of those concepts that you have to be a certain age to understand properly. But it sounds like Santa got the best of the deal if he got Kat to sit in his lap!
If you check your email at some point, by the way, there should be some puppy pictures in there :)
Picture day
It's old-timey picture day,
So everybody freeze!
...for all of the next three hours,
And don't stop saying Cheese!
Greg - yeah, this was definitely one for the parents.
Thank you for the puppy pictures! Totally worth the wait :)
Oh man, the only way that would happen here is if we did it outside during an ice storm. Frozen in spot until the sun came out...
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