My Boy

I realized the other day that I haven't taken any solo pictures of my Dennis lately, so I set out to remedy the situation immediately.  I informed him of my plans and he enthusiastically replied, "Yes!  I love getting my pictures taken!"...which was the perfect answer, of course.

After a busy afternoon of driving kids to and from piano lessons, we ran home..I picked out some clothes and props (I thought a school theme would be fitting since he just started Kindergarten) and we rushed outside just as the sun was setting.  I decided to take the photos in the empty field across the street due to the rapidly fading light.  We both ran like the dickens to get to the exact spot I wanted, threw down the props and I started snapping away.  He was so good and cooperative and we had a good time.  Part way through, in true boy fashion, he asked if he could kick the dirt as soon as he was finished.  I granted his wish.

When we got home, I introduced him to yellow and red bell peppers dipped in ranch while I made fajitas.  He and I were chomping away and invited Mr. C (who is mildly picky) to try some.  He emphatically declined and then said how it wasn't fair that Dennis' taste buds liked more things than his did. I thought it was an interesting way to look at it.

He has thee scrawniest little chicken legs.  They kill me.   And he makes the craziest faces.

       

Oh how I love the little imp and his pretty blue eyes.