More Portraity Goodness
Took the twins out on a color hunt today. It is getting really brown here in a really big hurry. But we managed these. . .
I also raked the front yard and cleared out the Monster Truck and loaded it up with food storage orders for churchpeople. And made a few trips to the store :). That's my little stab at an "Alaska Post". She's so good at documenting her Herculean accomplishments on her blog and making me feel like a lazy slouch. Today her H.A.s were doing a bootyload of laundry while simultaneously writing for work, picking up the upstairs, and getting an in-home pre-physical for some lab rat Penn State study she and Max are participating in. There, now blogging her To-Done List is one less thing for her To-Do :)
Tomorrow is Terrorize Gramma's Cats day here in Pine Grove Mills. We will bring wholesome goodies over to Grammas house (it's her Berfday!) and mess it up while testing her cats' limits of human socialization. What better way to spend a Sunday?
WHERE TO FIND A HULTS As there seem to be more and more of us, we are getting easier and easier to misplace. Here is a guide to use as reference when you've lost or are otherwise in search of a Hults.
Alaska: Look low, Alaska is usually seated with either yarn or a laptop. She is very temperature sensitive, so you can rule out places like the beach or the woods or a Pittsburgh Penguins hockey game. You'll have to get her attention, so look for something you can throw at her. This is because she's learned that the social interaction expectations of others are inversely related to the extent of her engagement in the yarn or laptop. That is, the more into the yarn/laptop she seems -- the less she has to talk to anybody. If you have lost your Alaska in a very crowded, social environment, then listen for the "dzzzzt" sound of an electircal short circuit. That's her easily-overloaded nervous system indicating it's about to send her into convulsions.
Max: Max, like your car keys or the matching sock, can often be found wherever you left him. He is very reliably daydreaming most of the time, and his wanderings are quite accurately chaotic. That is to say, if you must wander from where you left your Max to find him, wander in a COMPLETELY random manner. If you attempt to follow the bright lights, or the big noises, or the pretty girls, you'll find that's a little too sensible and coherent for a truly perfect daydreamer.
Milo: Milo is our Boundary Boy. Milo can nearly always be found at the perimeter. The perimeter of the property, the perimeter of what you consider to be a safe and acceptable distance, or (if you've misplaced him for some time) the perimeter of Centre County. Milo seizes every opportunity to explore the boundaries. This may be because, as most children, he wants reassurance that his parents are maintaing safe boundaries for him, so he can relax and enjoy the naive innocence of childhood. Another likely theory, given the introverted loins which bore him hence, is that he desires at nearly all times to be as far as humanly possible from us and you everybody else.
If a perimeter check is fruitless, check the store's cashier area, the restaurant's kitchen, or anyplace attractive young ladies are wearing nametags. Milo uses his knowledge of these fine women's names to engage them in playful banter, ask for their phone numbers and ask them to write him love notes. Or just regular notes.
Ben: If you've lost your Ben at school, you'll find him stuck-like-hot-glue to his "girlfriend" Emma. Warning, separation attempts are likely to end in either overwrought melodramatic tears or at the very least a lecture from Ben regarding the rules of Ben's World and your apparent inability to abide by said rules. At any other time he's to be found in Max's shadow. He'll be the one doing what Max is doing and saying what Max is saying and studying with all his might to be The Next Max.
Emily: Emily in almost always in the house. If she's not dropping a slobbery tennis ball in your lap, or nuzzling your crotch for crumbs under the dinner table, she is surely either on the couch or my bed. Look closely, because when sleeping she looks nothing like any poodle you've ever imagined. Imagine a drunk sorority girl passed out half-dressed, petite-looking yet so unweildy that she is virtually immovable from her point-of-collapse. Got the image? Ok, if you're looking for a furry version of that on the bed or couch -- you'll recognize her.
If your Emily is not in the house, she may have gotten out. Look for a red apricot blur anywhere within Ferguson Township, since she carefully investigates the more interesting details of our neighborhood at speeds approaching 70mph. No matter where in the township she is, she will immediately return to you and jump into the Ford Expedition if you merely open the door. This is because her desire to be driven to the dog park completely overwhelms her memory of the fact that she hates being in a moving vehicle and usually gets violently carsick.
Sissy The Cat: If you're in Gramma's house, look down. There she is. She's anticipated your desire to seek her out, and has playfully fallen on her side to facilitate your petting of her squidgy bits.
Bubba The Cat: If you've lost your Bubba, keep an eye out in Grammas house for the following: predatory shoelaces, antagonistic molecules, Gramma's feet, or Sissy. Bubba takes his job as He Man Boss Cat, Physical Protector and Spiritual Leader of Grammas House very seiously. Protecting the housemembers from the above threats is his primary occupation, so if he's not fighting off the evildoers he's likely seeking them out or stalking them so as to catch them unawares and vulnerable.
Daddy: I am right here.
I also raked the front yard and cleared out the Monster Truck and loaded it up with food storage orders for churchpeople. And made a few trips to the store :). That's my little stab at an "Alaska Post". She's so good at documenting her Herculean accomplishments on her blog and making me feel like a lazy slouch. Today her H.A.s were doing a bootyload of laundry while simultaneously writing for work, picking up the upstairs, and getting an in-home pre-physical for some lab rat Penn State study she and Max are participating in. There, now blogging her To-Done List is one less thing for her To-Do :)
Tomorrow is Terrorize Gramma's Cats day here in Pine Grove Mills. We will bring wholesome goodies over to Grammas house (it's her Berfday!) and mess it up while testing her cats' limits of human socialization. What better way to spend a Sunday?
WHERE TO FIND A HULTS As there seem to be more and more of us, we are getting easier and easier to misplace. Here is a guide to use as reference when you've lost or are otherwise in search of a Hults.
Alaska: Look low, Alaska is usually seated with either yarn or a laptop. She is very temperature sensitive, so you can rule out places like the beach or the woods or a Pittsburgh Penguins hockey game. You'll have to get her attention, so look for something you can throw at her. This is because she's learned that the social interaction expectations of others are inversely related to the extent of her engagement in the yarn or laptop. That is, the more into the yarn/laptop she seems -- the less she has to talk to anybody. If you have lost your Alaska in a very crowded, social environment, then listen for the "dzzzzt" sound of an electircal short circuit. That's her easily-overloaded nervous system indicating it's about to send her into convulsions.
Max: Max, like your car keys or the matching sock, can often be found wherever you left him. He is very reliably daydreaming most of the time, and his wanderings are quite accurately chaotic. That is to say, if you must wander from where you left your Max to find him, wander in a COMPLETELY random manner. If you attempt to follow the bright lights, or the big noises, or the pretty girls, you'll find that's a little too sensible and coherent for a truly perfect daydreamer.
Milo: Milo is our Boundary Boy. Milo can nearly always be found at the perimeter. The perimeter of the property, the perimeter of what you consider to be a safe and acceptable distance, or (if you've misplaced him for some time) the perimeter of Centre County. Milo seizes every opportunity to explore the boundaries. This may be because, as most children, he wants reassurance that his parents are maintaing safe boundaries for him, so he can relax and enjoy the naive innocence of childhood. Another likely theory, given the introverted loins which bore him hence, is that he desires at nearly all times to be as far as humanly possible from us and you everybody else.
If a perimeter check is fruitless, check the store's cashier area, the restaurant's kitchen, or anyplace attractive young ladies are wearing nametags. Milo uses his knowledge of these fine women's names to engage them in playful banter, ask for their phone numbers and ask them to write him love notes. Or just regular notes.
Ben: If you've lost your Ben at school, you'll find him stuck-like-hot-glue to his "girlfriend" Emma. Warning, separation attempts are likely to end in either overwrought melodramatic tears or at the very least a lecture from Ben regarding the rules of Ben's World and your apparent inability to abide by said rules. At any other time he's to be found in Max's shadow. He'll be the one doing what Max is doing and saying what Max is saying and studying with all his might to be The Next Max.
Emily: Emily in almost always in the house. If she's not dropping a slobbery tennis ball in your lap, or nuzzling your crotch for crumbs under the dinner table, she is surely either on the couch or my bed. Look closely, because when sleeping she looks nothing like any poodle you've ever imagined. Imagine a drunk sorority girl passed out half-dressed, petite-looking yet so unweildy that she is virtually immovable from her point-of-collapse. Got the image? Ok, if you're looking for a furry version of that on the bed or couch -- you'll recognize her.
If your Emily is not in the house, she may have gotten out. Look for a red apricot blur anywhere within Ferguson Township, since she carefully investigates the more interesting details of our neighborhood at speeds approaching 70mph. No matter where in the township she is, she will immediately return to you and jump into the Ford Expedition if you merely open the door. This is because her desire to be driven to the dog park completely overwhelms her memory of the fact that she hates being in a moving vehicle and usually gets violently carsick.
Sissy The Cat: If you're in Gramma's house, look down. There she is. She's anticipated your desire to seek her out, and has playfully fallen on her side to facilitate your petting of her squidgy bits.
Bubba The Cat: If you've lost your Bubba, keep an eye out in Grammas house for the following: predatory shoelaces, antagonistic molecules, Gramma's feet, or Sissy. Bubba takes his job as He Man Boss Cat, Physical Protector and Spiritual Leader of Grammas House very seiously. Protecting the housemembers from the above threats is his primary occupation, so if he's not fighting off the evildoers he's likely seeking them out or stalking them so as to catch them unawares and vulnerable.
Daddy: I am right here.
posted by Chris at
10:09 PM
3 Comments:
Wow. Those are some great pictures. I especially like the one leaning up against the tree. There is just something about it that feels serene.
Great Photos.
Chris, you are a very talented portrait photographer. I am impressed. Can you send me the one of Ben hugging Milo please?
-Alycia
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