Oops. That is like having someone chasing me. And I am afraid it will go up under my tail, and there is nothing I hate more than having something ride up under my tail!
I will run humpty-backed to prevent that. Why is everyone laughing so much?
It was one of those evenings, the perfect conjunction of beauty, light and fun. Ahhh.
You may have noticed in viewing these photos that somewhere in the last five years our little girl has turned into something approximating a supermodel. Looks are good to have, they're fine and all that but we have confidence that she's going to have a product well above and beyond simple beauty. There's a fire inside her and it's not just in her hair. She's set to break out of the pack, and we can't wait to see what she'll do with her one wild and precious life.
This would sound like nauseating parental braggadocio but tomorrow is her SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY and I think it's probably OK to tell the world how wonderful Phoebe Linnea really is.
She knows much, much more about nature than any would suspect. She tries to hide it because she doesn't want to be the Ornithological Factotum of her high school, but it's too late. If anyone has a bird question they come to Phoebe.
If Phoebe tells me she sees a new bird in the yard, I drop everything, because it will be something really special. It started when she was about five and she told me she'd found a new butterfly. It was a Silvery Checkerspot, and she could tell it was different from the nearly identical Pearl Crescents that were everywhere.
My little plan, it is working. Now, if we can just get baseball out of the forefront of her mind, we can continue the Science Chimp training. This may or may not be doable. Baseball is pretty much where she is at. And wherever you're at, there you are. And whoops! you're taking the whole family along.