Double L Photography: Kids Stuff

Girlie

My daughter got a new skirt.

Well, it's an old pair of jeans that had a hole in the knee that I never liked her to wear, and a skirt that was entirely too short for her mile-long legs. I saw a thing....somewhere. I can't remember where. A magazine or a website...I don't know. It said that a great fix for for old jeans and too short skirts is to cut them in half and sew them together to give them both new life.

And since it's spring and I'm all about new life, I thought, 'How hard can that be?' Cut. Cut. Sew. Done.

It's actually a lot harder than that. It involves measuring, configuration, pinning, hemming, and something about running and gathering. At one point I was asked if I didn't just want to put it down and let her finish it on her own.

"No. I want to do this. I want to make my daughter this skirt."

"Okay. Well....I have all these buttons that I'm gluing on the top of this box for fun. Do you want to do that while I work on the skirt?"

"Mother, I can make a skirt. I'm not helpless."

Then, after the skirt layer that I'd been sewing on for 93 minutes fell apart, I thought maybe she was onto something with the button thing. So, I just let her finish it up.

It turned out really great! My girlie was in love the minute she saw it. She wore it to school the next day and I couldn't wait until she got home so I could ask her how everyone liked it.

"They loved it. Even the crossing guard said it was pretty."

"Yeah, I heard her say that," my son confirmed.

"I was so embarrassed!" Girlie went on.

"Why?" I asked.

"I was afraid that everyone was going to love it so much they would all say 'Yay! You're the winner!' and that would be embarrassing..."

Turns out....no one said that.

The Kid

I told my family that I was excited because a blogger/photographer/chef that I love is coming to our area to sign her new cookbook.

"I'm going to see her!"

Prince Charming kind of squinted his eyes and cocked his head a bit. Then he said, "Does she know you?"

"No."

"Well, then why do you want to go see her?"

"Ummmm....because I love her. She has a ranch, and a cowboy, and a cooking show. I want to be her."

My son said that he wished I had a cooking show. This would be a really fabulous idea except for three things:

1. I'm not nearly the cook that anyone with a cooking show has to be.

2. He doesn't like anything that I cook

"Ya-huh. I like S'mores."

3. I don't know if there really needs to be a third reason after that.....

And then he asked me to make him key lime pie, which was odd because he's never had key lime pie.

Because I've never made key lime pie.

Because I've never actually seen a key lime in real life.

I'm sure you can image what a mondo, gi-normous sign I thought it was when I found a bag of key limes on sale at the farmer's market. I brought them home, put them a pristine, white bowl and waited for my son to get home from school.

"I got you a treat today!"

"Is it a doughnut maker?"

"No."

"Is it an apple pie maker?"

"No..."

"Is it a little waffle maker?"

"No. It's not a maker. It doesn't make anything."

"Oh....Is it a toy?"

I just pulled out the bowl.

"Key limes?.....What are you going to do with.....Ohhhhhhhh!"

There it is.

If you're ever wondering, it takes about 17 key limes, which are the size of a small ping-pong ball, to squeeze enough juice to make a pie.