The weather has been crazy the past few days. We’re not used to having weather at all so this is a bit of a change. I woke up early on Wednesday morning to a terrific clap of thunder. Shortly thereafter Miriam started crying and she and I spent quite a while snuggling in bed, watching the storm progress through the blinds: thunder, lightning, buckets of rain.
Wednesday evening was absolutely electric. Thunder was booming so powerfully that the windows were rattling and the lightning was nearly constant. I hear that in Salt Lake they got hail the size of marbles. All we got down here was rain, rain, and rain.
Needless to say my girls were feeling a little antsy, what with all the extra energy in the air and being locked up in the house, so this morning when we finally woke up (after being up until the wee hours of the morning with the storm and tearful children) and saw that it was bright and sunny outside we decided to head to the park. It was a little damp, but beautiful.
We didn’t spend a lot of time at the actual park because there was a group of punk kids doing things they ought not and they were making me nervous so we left to play in the field and later made our way to the elementary school.
Miriam was happy to crawl around in the grass while Rachel danced around finding sticks and flowers and going down the slide.
I love how curious Miriam is about everything. She studies things so hard…and then usually decides that it’s probably a good thing to eat.
Are you ready for a lot of pictures of Miriam? I took a whole bunch because she was just sitting there so nice and looked so pretty. Rachel, on the other hand, would hardly stay still for a second and whenever I asked her to she’d flash her brilliant smile and then dash off before I could close the shutter. We’ll consider this her 9-month photo shoot.
Even the best models get sick of posing for the camera, though, and mine did, too. She started crawling to me and then insisted quite emphatically that I put the camera down and pick her up.
I let Rachel take a turn with the camera. She took about 50 pictures of grass, my torso, and the playground all while standing in the same spot and within about one minute.
“Why don’t you find something interesting or pretty and take a careful picture instead of haphazardly pushing the button?” I suggested.
“Okay,” she said and walked right up to a tree. This was her focused, artistic shot:
I’m glad we went out because I think it wore the girls out a bit. They were both in bed (and asleep) by 8:15 PM and barring any dramatic thunder storms (it is stormy right now, just not very stormy) I think tonight will be a good, good night.