This is the story of our adventures -- every day and extraordinary; our dreams -- tiny and grand; our gardens -- ornamental and sustaining; this is the story of our journey.  We are a family of four living a mindful, simple life here in Los Angeles County.  We are green, conscious, and forward thinking.  We keep an eye on the past because some of the best things have already been done and bear repeating.  Walk and talk with us, have a glass of wine, taste a peach or a tomato, blow some bubbles and watch them drift up over the canyon ridge.  Enjoy!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Love, and growing up

Alex and Gregorie are lucky to know a pair of boys, twins a couple days younger than Alex, who live down the road and whom the girls LOVE.  The boys love the girls too -- according to their mom, the way they love ice cream.  And Gregg and I, and the twins' parents too, are lucky because we all enjoy hanging out while the four wild things, well, make like wild things.  Tonight we had dinner at their house.   Alex only drove me about nuts all day, "Is it time to go yet?  Can I take a bath now?  What can I wear tonight?"  To occupy her excited mind, she and her sister painted some t-shirts for the boys.

When we arrived the boys were so excited about their presents, they put the t's on immediately.  Then the 4 little ones ran off together, with the camera, to jump on the bed, climb in the attic, put on tattoos, make bead necklaces, and snap random photos, mostly with the shutter only half open.

Apparently there was some fascination with Alex and her shoes -- there are about 30 shots like this:

The twins' older brother got in the act with a few self-portraits of his own (and his feet too!).

When we got home, the girls were still wound up and I let them draw and play with stickers for a while. I loved the way they drew some girls and then dressed them with the stickers.  I overheard this conversation concerning the young ladies they were drawing:

A: She's going to Washington.  And she's going to college.

G: She's going to the dance.  And she's going to the Himalayas!

Earlier in the day, the girls had also gotten hold of the camera. I think that if these are the worst pictures my kids take of  me, I'll be happy.


Erin said...

Well prepare to not be happy because I can assure you (oh THAT'S from where my boy gets it!)those are not the worst ones they will take. Those are mom-is-so-cute-she'd-be-cute-in-a-burlap-bag.And-skinny-too. And if you had bad hair? Nobody knows! :)

Marlyn said...

Hehe Erin! I never finished that post and now I don't remember where it was going! I had more photos taken by the kids to post, but what was my point?