It is so very strange to me to see changes occurring in my children. I don't mean the expected ones; taller, bigger, longer/shorter hair. But things like freckles. They were not there at the beginning , nor a few years ago and even last year I don't recall them. But they ARE here now--like little kisses from the sun-- and I can't believe they haven't been here all along.
Who would have thought that a mother with blue/gray/greenish eyes combined with a greenish/hazel could produce such rich dark brown eyes? For all you wise guys out there I promise you it wasn't with the help of the milkman or the mailman. It was the FedEx guy. Ha, ha, ha. I'm teasing about the FedEx guy but it's still a bit of a genetic mystery where such big brown eyes come from. (Tristyn has them too.)
Maia adores the camera. She is completely unlike me in this. It's all I can do to get her to stop posing once she warms up. I envy her natural comfort with it.
I took about 50 of these 'in the bush/tree' shots but my lack of photography skills only produce a few decent ones. Digital cameras are worth their weight in gold! I shudder to think how much wasted film it would take me to produce even mediocre pictures.
