Last week, I got a great picture of my son in motion. The kids were all outside; I was busy snapping pictures of them in the magnolia tree they’d swarmed. Bubbles in particular loves climbing trees, so it was no surprise to see him in it, but the others spent almost as much time in it as he did.
Eventually, Miss Tadpole and Thumper started posing for the pictures, and I got a couple of really nice shots of them. Then Cricket joined in the fun. Not to be outdone, Bubbles joined them in all his silliness.
He spent five minutes horsing around in various states of upside-downness, but at last, his shoe gave way, and down he went. Unfortunately, my shutter finger wasn’t quick enough to catch his shoe as it followed him to the ground (with a brief layover atop his head).
It wasn’t the first time he’d slipped out of a tree that afternoon, and it wasn’t the last, but it was definitely the funniest. What can I say? He inherited his butterfingers from me. 🙂
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So since I recounted the story of my first date with Seymour and the story of our engagement the last two weeks, I thought I’d recount the tale of our wedding today. That was when I discovered that I’d already recounted it once before, and in a much more entertaining fashion than I could possibly come up with today, thanks to being brain-dead after staying up way too late last night (thanks, insomnia).
Seymour proposed on December 23, 2008, which happened to be my grandpa and step-grandma’s fifth wedding anniversary. He had just died three months prior, so it was rather a sad day for her. But not for me – I was anxiously awaiting the end of the day so I could get all gussied up for the ROTC military ball in a neighboring town.
The firing had become more general, and without warning the mortars started up. They were pulverizing the wood, raining down so fast that the scream of one merged into the scream of the next, each explosion merely part of a ripple of noise. -War 2.2
War 2.2 definitely delivered on that front. Of course, with a war going on, I’d expect nothing less. I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t more connection between the two books, but they were both very well done (and now I’m hoping for a third book). If I didn’t have a reading list constantly clamoring for attention, I’d be tempted to start War 2.2 over again right away. 🙂
Suddenly they all died. The end. 