I'm a damn good photographer. I'm usually modest but when it comes to my photography, it's above average. If I had enough money to get started and a lack of anxiety, I'd quit work (mmm) and start up my own photography business. But alas, another dream for another day.

But do you know what stinks? I don't have any uber-cool pictures of me and the Munchkin like I do of me and the TurkeyKid. This is not to say I don't have pictures of the two of us: I do! I do! Lots of pictures of us playing. A bunch of posed, smiling ones. A few impromptu, cool ones (picking flowers in the park and her sleeping on my chest after her first birthday party both come to mind). But, I didn't take them. Right now, my favorite thing to do is to take pictures of myself with BigBrother. That sounds weird, but, it's what I enjoy doing right now. Here's two fun ones from yesterday's "Outside Fest."

Now, one shouldn't be too picky. I'm lucky to have pictures of myself and Munchkin. I treasure each and every last one of them. I wish I could wallpaper the third bedroom with them, over and over. But that might be weird. ;) And perhaps that's why I'm in this phase of taking pictures of me and BigBrother; because I don't get to play artsy-fartsy photographer with my firstborn. Anyway, I'm rambling. It's raining and I miss my Munchkin. Sending her love across the miles.

PS - Second picture? That blanket (which has way fun stuff on the other side as well) is four days from being twenty-five years old.