Lumberjacklings, Mabel, and a Camera.

It rained and poured here all weekend long.

I promise.

It was dreary and dreadful. 

But on Sunday, the sun came out for a few hours.  So, we loaded up the Lumberjacklings and went to visit my parents at their campsite for a bit.

Now.

You all know that I cannot take pictures worth a darn.

But, I would like to warn you all, that today, on this first day of June in the year Two-Thousand-and-Ten of our Lord, I am going to toot my own horn.

And you will like it.

You will be amazed, nay, enthralled, at my mad photographical skills.

Let's look at the classic "Lumberjacklings Group Shot," shall we?

Interruption:  I am going to super-size the pictures so you can truly appreciate my awesomeness.

What?!

Lumberjill knows how to "supersize" pictures?

That's crazy talk.

Before we begin this epic journey, I feel I must give you all a quick head's up into who is who in this crazy world of Lumberjacklings.

Girl with white shirt and piggy tails:  Daisy Mae

Girl with Red shirt and glasses: Sweet Pea

Boy with Gray hoodie:  Little Dude

Boy with red shirt, glasses "optional":  Handsome Dude.

The above picture is lovely.

But Little Dude is not cooperating.

Daisy Mae is gently breaking his neck in order to get her Mama a decent picture.

Bravo, Daisy Mae!

Bravo!

She was successful!

Holla, Daisy Mae!

Holla!

But, no.

Handsome Dude has looked astray.

Try again.

It is at this point in our session that I wonder why I am even trying.

Who am I kidding?

Look at them.

They don't care.

I am jumping up and down shouting promises of cookies and candy and all sorts of glorious treats of bribery goodness.

But my pleas have fallen on deaf ears.

Classy, Handsome Dude.

Classy.

That'll do, pig Lumberjacklings.

(Name that movie)

That'll do.

Alright.  Enough of that foolishness.

We must now discuss Mabel.

Remember Mabel?

The dog who looks like me, as you all so kindly remarked?

Whatever, people.

Well, Mabel . . . who was apparently on her death bed only hours before this high-class photo shoot, made a miraculous recovery and has become one of the gang again.

This is good news.

We took a vote and we decided that we do, in fact, enjoy the presence of Mabel's company.

Even with all her shedding, her bad breath, and her tricky skills as an . . .

Escape Artist.

Mabel.

She is such a naughty-pants.

Look!

Handsome Dude is bringing yours truly some "boot-ee-full flowlers."

He, too, can be a naughty-pants.

Aaaaaannnnnndddddd . . . I love him.

So, we had a lovely time, but I decided to torture my children once again and try to make them all look like decent human beings who like each other and occasionally enjoy life in a single photograph one last time.

Was that sentence a poorly constructed run-on?  Thoughts?

I was determined to be successful and was willing to do whatever necessary to capture this perfect moment in time.

Yes.

Whatever necessary.

Even to the point of death.

I kid! I jest!

They did that out of their own silliness and Tom Foolery.

I was merely snapping  pictures of the catastrophe.

Please, kids?

Hello?

Kids?

If you smile nice and big this can be our Christmas card so you won't have to do this ever again!

Please?

Cookies?

Anyone?

 

Spoiler Alert:  I did not get one, I repeat, not one, decent picture.

This is Lumberjill, signing off, defeated and discouraged.

Over and out, folks.

Over.

And.

Out.

Happy Tuesday!