Sometimes I miss the early days of the blog. We had a well-lit living room, and a baby with bright sparkly eyes who sat relatively still. Gorgeous pictures were easy to come by. Nowadays Lil is just too fast for me, and she rarely puts a good outfit together or combs her hair. Most of our pics make for good Facebook fodder, but that schmutz on her chin is not quite blog-worthy.
Oh, but then a couple weeks ago we went to the park—before that Sandy came through and knocked all the leaves off the trees (and knocked the trees of the trees)— and found a path canopied by the colors of fall. Our delayed start meant that we arrived at the perfect time of day, and the bright autumn sun lit up everything from the carpet of fallen leaves to those aquamarine eyes of her's. Add to that a pond full of water foul, the playground, Mama, Dada, and her sweet bebe sister, and you end up with the most picture-perfect Brooklyn afternoon. And of course, some pretty decent pictures.
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| Prospect Park, one week prior to that bitch Sandy. |
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