shouting hallelujah
- Barf in my hair. When? How??
- Kisses are your favorite, and mine.
- You look on purees as betrayal.
T-Rex Trying to cope with the historic blizzard…
#TRexTrying
#historic blizzard
#nemo
(via michaelrperry6)
Incidentally also the title of my sixth grade year.
(via unchartedbooks)
I am compelled to reblog this forever because it is truly one of my favorite things of all time. Mostly because I would totally do this to a friend’s child, and I would expect them to do it to mine.
THIS IS WHAT FRIENDS DO.
The baby’s look of horror is what makes this shot priceless. Such perfection cannot be posed.
During the fledgling age of portrait photography, it was of the utmost importance for the subjects to stay still for a period of time. Obviously since this would be difficult for children, their mothers were brought in for the portrait.
For reasons I cannot fathom, it was common for the mothers to be covered in cloth or a curtain. These fabric- covered matriarch were jokingly referred to as ‘Ghost Mums’.
We were talking about this, Foca…
“I am a chair. I will win the Hunger Games.”
New motherhood goal.
I told you.
Well, at least she got a treat out of the deal.
By posting this, I am acknowledging J may begin a new hobby that proves rather inconvenient for Bonnie.
J and I play Pet Roulette on craigslist — or rather, I look at the pets listed and find ones to beg him for.
But over and over again, it becomes clear: people really need to think about how they word their ads, or it will look like they’re racists giving away children.
Eek.
My approach to a snowy Friday morning before a day of class.
