Apparently today is “National Whatever-the-Heck-You-Do-Don’t-Look-at-Mom Day”
Who am I kidding? I think that it is becoming a month-long holiday.
(check out the gutter that blew from the carport into the woods..we are so classy, I tell ya)
Fifty-six photos of Corrigan giving the camera the cold-shoulder.
I don’t blame him… I mean, what with the dead everything and the mushy yard and absolutely nothing to do but wander around mumbling, “a baba baba gung gung ga” I can see how it all can be far more captivating than mama calling out, “cor, look here…Corrrr-iiiii—gannnnn…look at mama…lookie Cor…look buddy…yooo hoooo…Cor. Cor. Corrigan….Corrigan. Hey…Cor…..”
You can see it in his eyes here…
This is a child that is deriving great pleasure from ignoring me.
That smirk…that body language…this is the same look I make when Mark and I are having an argument about something and I know that I am right…right after I make the point that clearly shows how right I am…this is my “Mmmm hmmm…counter that wonderfully amazing, totally valid, unimpeachable point, mister smarty-pants” look.
Well, if he thinks that he can just passive-agressive his way out of posing me for me 365 days a year, he is sadly mistaken.
I control the flow of popsicles, mister.
so you better straighten out….wait…did you just tell me to talk to the hand?
Oh boy…you really are my child.
(what a bummer I missed that shot…but I was finished, putting my lens cap on, when he mumbled and then threw up his hand at me…I am in trouble with this kid, right? haha)