My first time

Not everyone’s mother documents their first time. I am lucky.

As I am still reeling from NPR’s ridiculous assertation (which may not be a word) that China’s one child law is directly responsible for the rash of internet gaming addicts (no discussion! No evidence! Just a leap!), today I’ll be sharing those pictures.

These were taken on September 15, 1994. I was 16 years old.

Here is a before shot:
Annika

I’d shaved my head with #2 clippers two months earlier.

Phase one:
Annika

No, I don’t have any idea what I’m wearing. Clearly something I don’t mind spilling bleach on.

Phase one, complete:
Annika

And styled:
Annika

It is a safe assumption that this picture was taken while I was bouncing around the house singing, “Cause I’m a blonde, yeah yeah yeah!”

Phase two:
Annika

That one is scary. Moving along…

The finished look:
Annika

And that, friends, is the first time I dyed my hair with Manic Panic. (What were you expecting?)

unschooling the montessori way

We are so very fortunate to have some of my old Powell House friends living nearby now. We spend nearly every day with them and Sam is learning so much by example. Just watching the bigger kids is amazing for him.

On Monday Andrea re-potted some flowers and planted some seeds, and she showed Sam how to help her.

Sam gardening

She gave him dirt in a container small enough for his hands.

Sam gardening

He poured it into the pot.

Sam g

He made sure to get it all in.

Sam gardening

And then he asked for more.

Because I am lazy, Pictures

On Saturday we went to a house with a giant salt water pool.

pool

Do you see that, in the deep end? Here, look closer:

Will and Sam

Someone is a little fish. Or froggy, as the case may be.

Will and Sam

You’ve already seen this one:

Annika and Sam

But you haven’t seen the horse who lives there:

Razzie

Photoshop Tuesday

Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as Photoshop Friday (or is it Phriday?) but it’ll do.

I’ve been wanting to try this tutorial for some time now, and I finally found a photo that seemed right for conversion to Lomo style.

Here is the original:

Sam

And here is the finished product:

Lomo

Will wondered what the purpose of Lomo photography is. For me, it’s simply an aesthetic I like. This one is far from perfect. The original photo is not very sharp and the colors are not very bright, both of which would have improved the doctored version significantly. But I am really happy with it nonetheless. And naturally I’ll be trying again. And again, and again, and again…

My Own Private Blogher

I don’t need no stinkin’ Chicago. (And if I am remembering rightly from my two summers in Chicago, I do mean stinkin’.) Seriously, I am not at all envious. Not one little bit.

This morning we had beignets and chicory coffee with Katherine.

Will Katherine Sam

Since the most recent picture of me and Katherine together is from February of 2002, we tried to take an updated record of the fact that we are, occasionally, in the same place at the same time. Most of them came out like this:

Katherine Annika

Helloooooo, dorks! (Actually, Katherine looks gorgeous.)

So we fired our cameraman and got this one of ourselves:

Katherine Annika

A little blurry, but I like it.

After Katherine and Tom left to head back north, we went to visit with Andrea and celebrate Eamon’s sixth birthday. Will and Eamon played in the pool and built Playmobil armies and had a splendid time. Sam is in looooooove with Andrea but not so much with the pool.

Will and Sam

(Not pictured: Sam’s discontented yells.)

The day ended with me feeling like I’d been partying all night. I only had two glasses of wine and some birthday cake. I think the cake did me in.

Sam too.

Sam