tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185901582024-03-13T12:30:12.659-04:00Mother BunnyLife on the Bunny FarmBunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.comBlogger317125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-42513153614287972572013-02-04T08:05:00.002-05:002013-02-04T08:05:29.367-05:00Moving OnAm I still in your feed reader? After 4 years? Well, I've moved on, Internet. I am blogging <a href="http://delicioushappylife.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">here</a>, if you're interested in following along at home.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-76241409780693428922009-01-21T07:11:00.002-05:002009-01-21T07:15:16.097-05:00The MomentThis is how we spent all day yesterday:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SXcRQfC2mhI/AAAAAAAABgM/mVKpCn4n0zY/s1600-h/Jan2009_046a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SXcRQfC2mhI/AAAAAAAABgM/mVKpCn4n0zY/s400/Jan2009_046a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293718861906352658" border="0" /></a>We watched, excitedly all morning long. We monitored various news channels and web sites, we Facebook-ed and Twittered. Our kids waved flags and danced around. And we celebrated a new day.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-77865959816113974372009-01-19T06:58:00.004-05:002009-01-19T07:31:37.216-05:00I Really Want to Title This, "Dude!" and Then Give You a High Five, but That Might be Too Nerdy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3208820987/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SXRrONlq2sI/AAAAAAAABgE/cOXbmSDuTAU/s400/D700Image-169a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292973353977174722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">50mm, f/2, 1/125, Nikon D700 (not mine), SOOC except for yogurt removal from her face</span><br /></div><br />See those eyes? And that creamy skin? And that awesome exposure? Well...for me it's a photo that had me literally jumping up and down because I was so excited by it. I've been working on my exposure and focus lately through my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/sets/72157612144494677/">365 project</a> and I really feel like I'm making some progress. I'm also going through a massive photo re-org to clear some hard drive space and have a workable catalog of photos. This process has been really interesting since I am looking at every single photo I've ever taken. I get to see how far I have come, technically, compositionally, and how much more comfortable I am with my camera.<br />I'm getting there...<br /><br />Click over to <a href="http://maypapers.blogspot.com/2009/01/ruff.html">Mother May I</a> to see other inspiring photographer's <a href="http://maypapers.blogspot.com/2009/01/ruff.html">Best Shots today</a>.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-52916465579822888482009-01-15T20:20:00.002-05:002009-01-15T20:29:21.659-05:00Just Me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SW_hlKdN9ZI/AAAAAAAABf8/0wno9B14szg/s1600-h/Jan0209_006a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SW_hlKdN9ZI/AAAAAAAABf8/0wno9B14szg/s400/Jan0209_006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291696115761935762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SW_hklu6JiI/AAAAAAAABf0/GO5R0CuuTOs/s1600-h/Jan0209_010a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SW_hklu6JiI/AAAAAAAABf0/GO5R0CuuTOs/s400/Jan0209_010a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291696105904023074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SW_hkQKgF9I/AAAAAAAABfs/6yRSpnMIA9s/s1600-h/Jan0209B_008a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SW_hkQKgF9I/AAAAAAAABfs/6yRSpnMIA9s/s400/Jan0209B_008a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291696100114175954" border="0" /></a><br />Self Portraits for <a href="http://thelandofka.com/?p=2116">Theme Thursday</a>. Click through to <a href="http://thelandofka.com/?p=2116">The Land of K.A.</a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-37883956520238208092009-01-10T11:19:00.004-05:002009-01-10T11:38:53.768-05:00Who Are They?My little family has settled into a nice little rhythm. My babies are old enough now (and have enough new toys from Christmas) that they entertain themselves pretty well and play with each other pretty well. We are getting back into the daily routine and eating good food, carving out enough time to get grocery shopping in and cook together. After the holidays we're back to early bedtimes and regular fruits and vegetables. They are learning to clean up their own toys and help around the house.<br />Jack even took it an extra step when he was working on earning another car:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SWjN-LYrqmI/AAAAAAAABfc/Yel0joExOAI/s1600-h/Jan0809_1509a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SWjN-LYrqmI/AAAAAAAABfc/Yel0joExOAI/s400/Jan0809_1509a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289704230438546018" border="0" /></a>He cleared his dishes from the lunch table and then pulled a chair up to the sink, rinsed his plate and cup, then <span style="font-style: italic;">washed them by hand</span> and set them with the clean dishes.<br />You're welcome, future-daughter-in-law.<br /><br />And then this one:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SWjOn5rfQrI/AAAAAAAABfk/cQW66PUl9Vg/s1600-h/Jan0809_1499a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SWjOn5rfQrI/AAAAAAAABfk/cQW66PUl9Vg/s400/Jan0809_1499a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289704947240092338" border="0" /></a>She <span style="font-style: italic;">chose to wear pants and not a dress</span> for the first time in months. And she <span style="font-style: italic;">let me braid her hair</span> and left it alone for several hours.<br /><br />Who is she?Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-80029129842449423362009-01-07T15:00:00.002-05:002009-01-07T15:16:44.744-05:002009I want to clean out my basement already.<br />I want to plant a more successful vegetable garden-more of the things I know will grow.<br />I want to <span style="font-style: italic;">use</span> my treadmill.<br />I want to play with my kids more. I want to not say, "not right now, I have to..." so much.<br />I want to complete a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/sets/72157612144494677/">365</a> photo project.<br />I want to hang photos on my walls.<br />I want to get more family photos out of the computer.<br />I want to sell or publish a photograph.<br />I want to shadow a professional photographer on a shoot.<br />I want to study under professional photographers.<br />I want to rent some cool lenses to try them out.<br />I want to go away with my husband with no children again.<br />I want to take care of him.<br />I want to live each day gratefully.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-46976954128075607242008-12-31T10:32:00.004-05:002008-12-31T10:57:08.626-05:002008I turned 29.<br />I have been married for 6 1/2 years.<br />I have embraced my jeans and T-shirts mom uniform and added crocs.<br />I joined a camera club.<br />I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Understanding-Exposure-Photographs-Digital-Updated/dp/0817463003/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1230737689&sr=8-1">Understanding Exposure</a>. And read it again. And again.<br />I read countless photography books from the library.<br />I have been <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/shuttersisters/">inspired</a> and humbled by the talent I've been watching in Flickr.<br />I have embraced RAW.<br />I photographed <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/2788644153/in/set-72157600853947859/">sunflowers</a> and <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/2333107085/in/set-72157600853947859/">daisies</a>, my favorites.<br />I hung some photos on my wall.<br />I made a quilt.<br />I painted my children's bedrooms and my bathroom.<br />We bought big kid furniture...no more cribs or changing tables.<br />I planted a vegetable garden and ate lots of yummy <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3027622667/in/set-72157603572769594/">BLT</a>s.<br />I planted several herbs and made delicious batches of pesto.<br />We built a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/sets/72157604495121242/">playset</a> and spent lots of time outside.<br />I bought a treadmill and a Wii Fit.<br />I exercised sporadically.<br />I fell in <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> with good <a href="http://www.schmankerlstube.com/">German food</a>.<br />I fell in <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> with good <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3150946296/in/set-72157603572769594/">German beer</a>.<br />We budgeted our money successfully (<span style="font-size:78%;">until the holidays</span>) and found that it's not so hard.<br />We bought a minivan...the most glorious vehicle known to man.<br />I reconnected with lots of old friends on Facebook.<br />I have loved and mothered my little family.<br />I am more wholly and completely myself than I have ever been.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://motherbunny.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007.html">2007</a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-9551773468767773142008-12-18T13:29:00.003-05:002008-12-18T13:38:36.687-05:00Reason #45827 My Son is So SmartYesterday I was trying to set the TiVo to record the Muppet Christmas special. There was a schedule conflict with Gary Unmarried.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Sorry, kids, we can't record your show, it's on at the same time as a Mommy-and-Daddy show.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack:</span> Is it that Unmarried show?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Yes, how did you know?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack (who is 4 and cannot read):</span> It says so right there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack (who has no knowledge of the fact that marriages can end):</span> How did he get unmarried?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> I don't know sweetie.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack:</span> Maybe he threw away his rings and got rid of his wife. Or maybe he went to a church and got <span style="font-style: italic;">un</span>-married.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-40175309403345380692008-12-11T12:41:00.003-05:002008-12-11T12:55:21.002-05:00Memory LaneOtherwise known as "I am going through all of my 2008 photos and deleting junk to get more hard drive space!"<br /><br />Also: OMG can you believe how little she was last January???<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFTnXDNJkI/AAAAAAAABe0/dMcvIrPFwtc/s1600-h/DSC_4805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFTnXDNJkI/AAAAAAAABe0/dMcvIrPFwtc/s400/DSC_4805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592173922395714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFToEqf3_I/AAAAAAAABe8/AydYmzc3lWk/s1600-h/DSC_4812.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFToEqf3_I/AAAAAAAABe8/AydYmzc3lWk/s400/DSC_4812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592186166796274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFToh_OFbI/AAAAAAAABfE/vDX-_byV1YM/s1600-h/DSC_4901.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFToh_OFbI/AAAAAAAABfE/vDX-_byV1YM/s400/DSC_4901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592194038338994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFTpZ9r_uI/AAAAAAAABfM/Vroijxiwk2g/s1600-h/DSC_5383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SUFTpZ9r_uI/AAAAAAAABfM/Vroijxiwk2g/s400/DSC_5383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592209064296162" border="0" /></a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-59373898174882512532008-12-03T07:25:00.004-05:002008-12-03T07:55:45.295-05:00OverwhelmedThe lack of posting has been due mostly to laziness. I was doing really well posting every day for November until one day I forgot. Then, once I forgot once it was really hard to get back into it.<br /><br />And every time I went to post, I didn't have any photos to add since I have <span style="font-style: italic;">so many</span> just sitting on my hard drive taking up space waiting to be edited or deleted.<br /><br />And now this week I've been sick and actually stayed away from the computer - I know, I <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> didn't feel well.<br /><br />And now we're having bunches of company this weekend and my illness and subsequent spousal illness has brought all preparations to a halt.<br /><br />But - my Christmas Tree on Facebook has some ornaments now, so there are some successes around here.<br /><br />Here are my adorable children during a field trip to the Air and Space museum, which I took them to by myself after being dropped off, so there was no possible early escape in the event of a meltdown. We had a great time. And four year old boy + big airplanes = AWESOME.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/STZ-XIVSEZI/AAAAAAAABes/F5rNNEivWnM/s1600-h/A%26S112008_014a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/STZ-XIVSEZI/AAAAAAAABes/F5rNNEivWnM/s400/A%26S112008_014a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275542949349953938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Jack can now read the word, "Lockheed." Once we studied it on this very first airplane, he could read it on any other sign in the place. He will also tell you that this Black bird is his favorite.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/STZ-WoMlfSI/AAAAAAAABek/EhYxskKQhos/s1600-h/A%26S112008_018a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/STZ-WoMlfSI/AAAAAAAABek/EhYxskKQhos/s400/A%26S112008_018a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275542940723543330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The barrettes in her hair? Stayed in during this very first exhibit, then they were ripped out with a handful of hair and stuffed in my pocket.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/STZ-WYR7V6I/AAAAAAAABec/qBRk0pzybXE/s1600-h/A%26S112008_098a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/STZ-WYR7V6I/AAAAAAAABec/qBRk0pzybXE/s400/A%26S112008_098a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275542936450979746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">One of the highlights for Jack was these cases of model planes. At the first one he had me read the names of every plane in the case, all thirty or so of them. He also would like me to know he would love to have some of these to play with at home.</span>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-90877105203731956022008-11-16T09:02:00.007-05:002008-11-16T09:48:53.658-05:00Manual Focus = Not for MyopicsI tried my hand at manual focus yesterday. I put my dad's 50mm f/1.4 lens on my D40x and figured I'd play with it and see how it went.<br />Verdict: People with poor eyesight should not use manual focus.<br />In general I trust the camera's focusing over my own eyes, so manual focus was tough. Also, I kept the aperture down to 1.4 most of the time, so it was really hard to find my focus area. I found that if I set the focus ring all the way to...I don't know what it's called, but it's the not-infinity end, where you're focusing at the closest range. So I set the ring there, and then moved my head forward and back until my subject was in focus...or until something was in focus.<br />And the when I pulled it all up in Photoshop this morning..I'm surprised by what was in or out of focus.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3034183169/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SSAw5zRWSyI/AAAAAAAABd8/-GQecR1rPk0/s400/M111508_46a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269265333597129506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3035018638/in/photostream/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SSAw6QpSB5I/AAAAAAAABeE/VHnI0rpNLxs/s400/M111508_32a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269265341482141586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3034193125/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SSAw6ncqFTI/AAAAAAAABeM/2tA0LLUxrRs/s400/M111508_50a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269265347603207474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3034203827/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SSAw7PeQomI/AAAAAAAABeU/VpH475Qrmcc/s400/M111508_58a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269265358347346530" border="0" /></a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-92116537668471737982008-11-14T16:52:00.001-05:002008-11-14T16:58:02.047-05:00Sunny<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SR3zqLRTCOI/AAAAAAAABd0/qtvQTBIZQhY/s1600-h/Home082608_004a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SR3zqLRTCOI/AAAAAAAABd0/qtvQTBIZQhY/s400/Home082608_004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268635044998744290" border="0" /></a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-54543893186910518342008-11-13T18:48:00.003-05:002008-11-13T18:52:11.480-05:00Taste of SummerI didn't get up at the ridiculous early morning hour I usually do and so today's blog post almost got forgotten. I edited some stuff today from August that slipped through the cracks.<br />Here's a delicious blueberry pie to drool over:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3027600679/in/photostream/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRy9J-lw34I/AAAAAAAABdk/xnxH5frVGuE/s400/Pie081008_006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268293643234500482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3028437670/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRy9KA42auI/AAAAAAAABds/fwxwGZSiD54/s400/Pie081008_009a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268293643851426530" border="0" /></a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-4752651714545759632008-11-12T06:45:00.002-05:002008-11-12T06:47:05.049-05:00Sarah's Bedtime PrayersDear God, Thank you for all my lands, all my treasure and all my dad. Amen.<br /><br />Dear God, Thank you for all my kingdom and all my land. AmenBunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-73731953771646657212008-11-11T07:22:00.003-05:002008-11-11T07:33:10.323-05:00Toy ReOrgIn preparation for the upcoming toy-centered holiday and in reaction to a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ol</span>' messy house, we've been reorganizing our toys. Most days our family room has looked like a toy store bomb went off with parts and pieces of every kind of toy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">imaginable</span> strewn over, under and around the floor and furniture. In the past I have sorted like toys into their own little storage boxes, but when all the boxes are kept together they all seem to get dumped together.<br />My husband had the great insight to move some of the significant toys to the kids rooms. Now, when I was growing up my sisters and my toys were mostly in our room, save for a few that lived in our basement closet. But I don't know why it never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">occurred</span> to me that our kids could have toys in their rooms and...it would mean less crap on the main floor of my house.<br />Apparently if you take the same amount of toys and spread them throughout the house, it looks like a bunch of smaller messes and seems so much more doable than if all the toys were dumped in one spot.<br /><br />What do you other moms do?<br /><ul><li>Do you keep all toys on the main floor of your house right in the middle of the action?</li><li>Do your kids keep stuff in their rooms and therefore spend lots of time upstairs away from where you are cooking dinner?</li><li>Do you have one of those mythical playrooms to where all toys are banished and you never have to look at them?</li></ul>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-67354991520040582472008-11-10T07:06:00.003-05:002008-11-10T13:08:30.905-05:00Leafy Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkNGLgK3I/AAAAAAAABdc/Vf6DdGj1ErM/s1600-h/F110808_035a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkNGLgK3I/AAAAAAAABdc/Vf6DdGj1ErM/s400/F110808_035a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266999571625552754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkMkQdqOI/AAAAAAAABdU/jPZQrtyg7WU/s1600-h/F110808_026a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkMkQdqOI/AAAAAAAABdU/jPZQrtyg7WU/s400/F110808_026a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266999562519554274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkMWEWupI/AAAAAAAABdM/n11_7iOdwpY/s1600-h/F110808_018a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkMWEWupI/AAAAAAAABdM/n11_7iOdwpY/s400/F110808_018a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266999558710672018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkMDTucPI/AAAAAAAABdE/XACjKlGw2PA/s1600-h/F110808_005a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRgkMDTucPI/AAAAAAAABdE/XACjKlGw2PA/s400/F110808_005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266999553674866930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Best Shot Monday is at<a href="http://maypapers.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-shot-in-magic-mirror.html"> </a><a href="http://maypapers.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-shot-in-magic-mirror.html">Mother May I</a></span>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-17204142664035841762008-11-09T17:51:00.004-05:002008-11-09T18:01:43.964-05:00A Year Ago...Just for fun, let's look at some photos from November last year:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp6SyO6MI/AAAAAAAABcc/Xi3XBCZTc8Y/s1600-h/DSC_3483.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp6SyO6MI/AAAAAAAABcc/Xi3XBCZTc8Y/s400/DSC_3483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266794739428944066" border="0" /></a>Sarah was still fully into her "grumpy period" and on this particular morning, her saint of a brother was trying so hard to cheer her up. He held her hand and helped her get whatever toys she wanted and showed patience that far exceeded his 3 1/2 years. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my gosh, he was only <span style="font-weight: bold;">3 </span>1/2!!!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp6j3lgKI/AAAAAAAABck/DcVQfJEKzDI/s1600-h/DSC_3489.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp6j3lgKI/AAAAAAAABck/DcVQfJEKzDI/s400/DSC_3489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266794744014799010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp7DiEVNI/AAAAAAAABcs/VynR8YA53mk/s1600-h/DSC_3504.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp7DiEVNI/AAAAAAAABcs/VynR8YA53mk/s400/DSC_3504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266794752514479314" border="0" /></a>Feeling better with every "favorite" animal or baby they could find, she was happy, then, to pose for a few pictures. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my gosh, she looks like she still had gaps where teeth hadn't come in yet! And her hair was so short!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp7iRnfgI/AAAAAAAABc0/tK5qH5hXd_8/s1600-h/DSC_3664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRdp7iRnfgI/AAAAAAAABc0/tK5qH5hXd_8/s400/DSC_3664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266794760766979586" border="0" /></a>This is a picture of a bag we were decorating for dad's birthday and this was the first time without any help that Jack wrote the names of everyone in our family. Now he writes with smaller letters and can spell many words and now almost always follows our names with our last name.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-60201691898477469492008-11-08T07:12:00.005-05:002008-11-08T08:35:34.881-05:00300In honor of my 300th post, I need your help:<br />I recently joined a photography club. I have met some amazingly talented photographers who run the gamut from incredibly successful professionals to very, very, very good hobbyists. Twice a year they have a "members-only" show where each of us gets to have 1 or 2 (depending on space) photos on display. I really, really want to participate, but I'm having a bit of uncertainty about what to submit. I want to pick my <span style="font-style: italic;">best</span> photos, but it's so hard to look at my own body of work and single anything out.<br /><br />Here's what you can do:<br /><br />If you have some time, please look through <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/">my Flickr stream</a>, be blown away by somthing (or just kind of like something) and tell me about it. Sets that may interest you: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/sets/72157602409072865/">My Favorites Photographically</a>, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/sets/72157600853947859/">Flowers</a>, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/sets/72157605056906502/">My Working Portfolio.</a><br /><br />These are the ones I am considering and I want to know what you think. I especially want to know if you think any of these would look perfectly at home on a gallery wall or if any of them look incredibly amatuer and have no business being anywhere near a gallery wall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRWI__n3edI/AAAAAAAABcE/X7O9jhw32Nw/s1600-h/EDIT11x14_7284.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRWI__n3edI/AAAAAAAABcE/X7O9jhw32Nw/s400/EDIT11x14_7284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266265972271446482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRWLq3h0WHI/AAAAAAAABcM/PJQGcmlyJII/s1600-h/Sunflower0809a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRWLq3h0WHI/AAAAAAAABcM/PJQGcmlyJII/s400/Sunflower0809a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266268907856222322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRWLrTS2O7I/AAAAAAAABcU/llvzN_tmT1E/s1600-h/D80_6511C.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRWLrTS2O7I/AAAAAAAABcU/llvzN_tmT1E/s400/D80_6511C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266268915309624242" border="0" /></a><br />Thank you!<br /><br />(For any of you that were around <a href="http://motherbunny.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-morning-photos-and-old-favorite.html">the last time</a> I asked for some feedback, I have been going back and rereading your comments. As an update: I chickened out showing my prints to the shop owner. I think maybe an etsy shop might be the way to go first? I'm just not sure and I will approach this subject another time.)Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-12271964414669495452008-11-07T07:28:00.000-05:002008-11-07T07:28:35.926-05:00My MinivanI never thought I could love a car so much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRGX1gFIWsI/AAAAAAAABa8/Y4GvrlzgkJw/s1600-h/Van.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRGX1gFIWsI/AAAAAAAABa8/Y4GvrlzgkJw/s400/Van.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265156384773135042" border="0" /></a><br />Remember those day when you swore up and down that you would never drive a minivan? You would only drive sportier, cooler SUVs?<br /><br />Yeah, I don't really remember it either.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-88185417574449136802008-11-06T07:28:00.006-05:002008-11-06T08:11:07.696-05:00Imagination<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLqKfGo0XI/AAAAAAAABb0/JK-JOdF3V5g/s1600-h/DSC_6126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLqKfGo0XI/AAAAAAAABb0/JK-JOdF3V5g/s400/DSC_6126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265528380218462578" border="0" /></a>I have often said that Sarah lives 90% of her life in her imagination. She only ever has one foot in this world, and the other firmly planted in a castle or in the Banks's house from Mary Poppins or who knows where else.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLoqrGUuEI/AAAAAAAABbM/CYNSD-gqz7Q/s1600-h/Reunion101108_023a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLoqrGUuEI/AAAAAAAABbM/CYNSD-gqz7Q/s400/Reunion101108_023a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265526734170929218" border="0" /></a>She is always singing or talking to whichever imaginary characters are passing through her play. Anything that is remotely vertically-shaped becomes a person: pencils, chapsticks, spoons; she rarely colors, but instead stands up the crayons so they can talk to one another. She carries around unsharpened pencils as people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLos746a_I/AAAAAAAABbk/NOB-G6os1GM/s1600-h/DSC_7524.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLos746a_I/AAAAAAAABbk/NOB-G6os1GM/s400/DSC_7524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265526773037820914" border="0" /></a>Often she tells me she's the "mom" (and that unfortunately I'm the "grandma.")<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLoq0hymLI/AAAAAAAABbU/-tJIa106gJY/s1600-h/Yard091508_002ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLoq0hymLI/AAAAAAAABbU/-tJIa106gJY/s400/Yard091508_002ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265526736702052530" border="0" /></a>She fills purses with necessary accessories and strings beads around her neck and clomps around in heeled dress up shoes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLotj_U8nI/AAAAAAAABbs/qiC-4A-vv68/s1600-h/DSC_8515.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLotj_U8nI/AAAAAAAABbs/qiC-4A-vv68/s400/DSC_8515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265526783802143346" border="0" /></a>Sarah is connected with the spirit in every thing that we adults just pass by. She befriends animals and pats flowers and talks to trees.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLorFNATLI/AAAAAAAABbc/n7_LSYLSphs/s1600-h/Home082608_022ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRLorFNATLI/AAAAAAAABbc/n7_LSYLSphs/s400/Home082608_022ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265526741178272946" border="0" /></a>I know that someday she will come down out of fantasy and have to surrender to reality. But until then I will enjoy watching her imagination unfold.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Imagine what else you may find when you click over to <a href="http://thelandofka.com/?p=1665">The Land of K.A.</a></span>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-37727011916745638632008-11-05T10:01:00.002-05:002008-11-05T10:09:22.426-05:00A New Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/3003414985/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRG1qaTP9yI/AAAAAAAABbE/DKT6hYpUNHs/s400/D110208_034a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265189179592013602" border="0" /></a>For the first time I paid attention to all of the debates. For the first time I watched the news intently, soaking in and weighing every issue, endorsement, critiquing every televised remark. I understand how many of the issues in this election will or would have impacted my own life and I am excited.<br />I am mostly excited because I got to vote yesterday. I got to take my children to vote and to show them what excitement about a presidential election can be like.<br />I am excited because I am ready for a new day for our country.<br /><br /><br />(I am also excited because Jack says, "O-Rock Obama")Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-24763831274639139022008-11-04T15:10:00.000-05:002008-11-04T15:12:46.123-05:00Did You?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRCskmuVxhI/AAAAAAAABa0/geIcV0bqc3Y/s1600-h/E110408_13a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRCskmuVxhI/AAAAAAAABa0/geIcV0bqc3Y/s320/E110408_13a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264897709266290194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRCskWYNmzI/AAAAAAAABas/j6UNtas3eh4/s1600-h/E110408_11a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRCskWYNmzI/AAAAAAAABas/j6UNtas3eh4/s320/E110408_11a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264897704878512946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRCsj9wdFZI/AAAAAAAABak/ZyNUT7W7PGc/s1600-h/E110408_10a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SRCsj9wdFZI/AAAAAAAABak/ZyNUT7W7PGc/s320/E110408_10a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264897698269304210" border="0" /></a>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-35067557798694661002008-11-03T07:45:00.006-05:002008-11-03T08:20:50.752-05:00Best Shot in the DarkI took 188 photos at the <a href="http://motherbunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/84th-annual-alsatia-mummers-parade.html">Mummer's Parade</a> on Saturday. I took 188 photos in the dark with a few attempts at flash, but mostly in the dark. I took photos of things with flashing lights and with all subjects moving. I shot at HI ISO and with my 18-55 kit lens. So, photographically speaking it wasn't the best or even a little bit like a good photographic opportunity. But I had a lot of fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/2999444058/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQ73q-m9Q1I/AAAAAAAABac/dI2Us89SwC4/s400/Mum1101_133a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264417332175651666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/2998603085/in/photostream/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQ73WILXQPI/AAAAAAAABaU/Vekg8eU06BM/s400/Mum1101_119a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264416973967016178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/2999439426/in/photostream/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQ725mQVUoI/AAAAAAAABaM/MrtWPa_Z6e0/s400/Mum1101_063a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264416483824718466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Click over to Mother May I for more <a href="http://maypapers.blogspot.com/2008/11/purrrrrfect-bsm.html">Best Shot Monday</a>.<br /></div>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-33569025768446346612008-11-02T07:47:00.003-05:002008-11-02T08:09:33.037-05:00The 84th Annual Alsatia Mummer's ParadeFor 32 years my husband has been coming to the <a href="http://www.herald-mail.com/?module=displaystory&story_id=207339&format=html">largest nighttime parade on the east coast</a>. For many years he marched with his middle and high school bands, and for many more he sat watching bundled up in blankets. For the last 6 years I've been watching the parade with him, and now Jack has been watching the parade for 4 years and Sarah for 2.<br />We have friends join us every year and always some come from out of town for their first Mummer's parade experience.<br />During the 3 hour parade (I know!) we saw floats for every church band, boy scout, cub scout, girl scout troop, service club, and high school class. Marching were bands from every middle and high school in Washington County and many from hours away in Baltimore and in Virginia. The 250-member <a href="http://www.music.umd.edu/ensembles/bands/marching_band/">University of Maryland band</a> marched and were by far one of the most enthusiastic groups, although I must mention that North Hagerstown High jumped and danced as they marched. Everyone who participates in any kind of organization in Washington County was in this parade: politicians, Miss Maryland, cheerleaders and baton-twirlers, the humane society, a lindy hop dance club, and more.<br /><br />I do have photos, of course I have photos, but since I took 188 last night it is taking a looooong time to copy and convert and blah blah blah. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll have some to share.<br /><br />Here is us watching the parade in 2006:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motherbunny/483754547/" title="IMG_4675 by MotherBunny, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/483754547_5b62e9c939_m.jpg" alt="IMG_4675" width="240" height="160" /></a></div>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18590158.post-82000588745356633752008-11-01T09:22:00.002-04:002008-11-01T09:25:00.172-04:00Boo!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQxYVwwLCKI/AAAAAAAABaE/EdgjV1dacLI/s1600-h/Boo103108_05a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQxYVwwLCKI/AAAAAAAABaE/EdgjV1dacLI/s400/Boo103108_05a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263679195376715938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQxYVYgAshI/AAAAAAAABZ8/A3_3qqFaezE/s1600-h/Boo103108_03a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFU2FGPZwgI/SQxYVYgAshI/AAAAAAAABZ8/A3_3qqFaezE/s400/Boo103108_03a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263679188866478610" border="0" /></a><br />The princess wouldn't wear her crown, the storm trooper wouldn't wear his mask, nor carry his blaster, but they had a great time!<br /><br />I don't know who enjoyed themselves more...the kids with their bags and bags of candy treats or the dads with their wagons filled with potable "treats" just for dads...Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10221356946419555274noreply@blogger.com3