Eli really wanted to take pictures one morning before I scurried off to work. I gave him the camera, showed him were the on button was, hoped he could figure out the rest, then looked for my belongings. My belongings don't seem to stay were I place them. I must have a secret redecorator in the house.
I could only post two of the pix he took because the others were too blurry. He doesn't know about the "action" setting yet.
This is me, or is it Marie Antoinette?
He also captured the lovely mess we have on our desk/work area. Oh, yes and those lovely shoes with their soles taken out of them to my right. I didn't even bother to ask why he had done that to his shoes. Just gotta know what battles to pick, and which aren't worth any one's time and emotional energy.
This time Eli asked me to turn around for a picture. Boy, have you ever seen such a happy and willing model? My poor kid just wanted to have some morning fun.
Eli reviewed all his pix before I left. The pictures of me were actually not meant to be of me at all, they were of my first handmade dress. He proceeded to remind me, as I headed out the door to tell everyone at work that I made the dress.
When I got home from work, guess what was his first question.
Did you tell everyone you made your dress?
Now, why can't he use that good memory to master what is 7 x 8.
