Unless you know me well, you have no idea.. that I am a huge dork! I’ve been told by more than one person ( you’re *%#& -ing funny!) once they’ve gotten to know me, of course. My inner nerd begins to leak out when I feel comfortable around you. It seems I’ve been this way since I was a child. According to my sister ( who is almost seven years older) I was the goofiest little sister. I had a laugh like the Giggles Cookie* kid and had no problem farting on her leg at Peppermill (does anyone remember that restaurant), just to get a laugh or some type of reaction out of her. Ahhh, fond memories…
With that said, I think you can get an idea of my humor and if not, well maybe you should stop reading. No? Go on you say? Ok. Where was I? Oh, so the other day I had the house to myself for a few hours while the girls went swimming. The minute the door closed I thought of all the things I could do, like… sleep, read, watch Shrek the 3rd for the 100th time (but by myself this time). None of these options sounded just right. I felt like Goldilocks, all alone in the house while the 3 Lil bears were away.. minus the porridge. I did happen to peek into their room and saw what a disaster it had become in looking for Charlie’s swimmies. Clothes thrown everywhere, toys all over the floor or as I like to call them, death traps ,were basically calling to me to pick them up. After a huge sigh and roll of my eyes, I decided to pick up their room like a nice Auntie-Mommy.
Being a child photographer, I’m usually on the ground with the kids, playing with them and getting them to laugh, but I’m always behind a lens. So when I was on the floor picking up their dollhouse and by dollhouse I mean a fully furnished 3 -story house with all the bells and whistles (thanks Nana!) and corresponding choking hazards to match, I couldn’t help but be a kid again.
As I placed the dolls back in their proper rooms I felt an extreme sense of goofiness taking over. Knowing my sister was down at the pool only a few yards away, that urge of wanting to make her pee herself from laughter was too strong to resist. I didn’t even have time to get my Nikon, this silliness was not going to wait. With iPhone in hand I embraced Austin’s desire for us to be weird
In the House of the dolls, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups:
the adults who need serious help and the children who will eventually need therapy.
These are their stories…bum! bum!
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