Keeping

I popped out the front door and jumped back in just as quickly so as to grab the ol' camera this evening.  Nothing momentous was happening, just the usual watering of the lawn.  

WM trying to keep up with the sun and heat, thoroughly soaking the sod morning and night.  Channing trying to keep up with daddy.  

It is in these mundane moments, yes, these everyday and very ordinary ones, that I find this overwhelming and  urgent need to memorize every little detail.  Mental images only last so long.  

These, of Channing watering the new plants, will be saved for posterity.  

Guest post by Channing

I caught a really, really, giant, giant fish.  I had Ava's [fishing pole].  I threw it in and caught a fish.  I reel it in.  All a sudden I caught a fish!  A big, giant, giant fish!!  Daddy a told me, 'Nice!  Nice!!'  Daddy put a finger in it and got all salty.

And there you have it, in Channing's own words, the story of how he caught his very first fish.  It was at once exciting and scary.  He was amazed when his bobber dipped below the water's surface and at how his pole bent at the end as he fought his fish to the surface.  He was crying and yelling, 'me no like it!' as Michael took it off the hook.  He wanted nothing to do with it and even less to do with having his picture taken next to it until someone told him, 'say cheese.'  He was suddenly very cooperative and all smiles.