parker hates spring.

well, actually he just hates sitting on grass.

we had another gorgeous day here in the pnw {i know, right??} and i said to parker, "hey little monster {that's actually a term of endearment, despite what the glaring lady at the pediatrician's office might have thought}, let's go sit out on the grass & wait for your dad to get home.  and?  bonus.  i'll take your picture & you'll look cute."

it all sounded good in my head.  too bad p-ray hates sitting in the grass.  i got all sorts of puckered lips, furrowed brow, & squinty-eyed frustration shots.  and not even the cute kind.  the kind where you're like, geeze kid... lighten up.  but here's one of the cuter-ish ones.

so i resorted to taking headless shots.

...because without a head you'd never know this kid has a deep seeded fear of death by grass exposure.

and then i attempted to make things better by plopping him down on a blanket.  he didn't like that much either.  i can tell because he's obviously plotting something terrible to get back at me for all of this.

right?

definite payback brewing in that mind of his.

but then i reminded him that his birthday was in five days & we'll be celebrating it in two days.  and that seemed to help him come around a bit.

silly p-ray.

and in closing, i have to give a shout out to target who knows how to pick me up when i'm feeling down.  yes, i'm referring to you mr-eight-dollar-clearance-blue-stripey-sweater.  you made my day.

just sayin.

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