Pegs

On Monday morning I opened my door to find two dozen wooden clothes pegs scattered on the porch. My backyard neighbour probably wondered why I was smiling so much as I stooped to put them back in their container. Or maybe she knew.

When Eden, our granddaughter, left the house last Sunday afternoon it looked like a tiny tornado had ripped through and selectively scattered blueberries, finger puppets, throw pillows, beanie babies and, yes, clothes pegs. For having so many wonderful visits this year, I actually had remarkably few photos of these wildly fun afternoons. I’ve found the act of romping around, playing “ghost” and generally doing toddler stuff to be quite enough without thinking about the complexities of operating a camera.

Silly Papa.

Nana is definitely qualified to handle Eden solo. LeeAnne is actually from a long line of endlessly energetic nurturers who aren’t afraid to get a little messy while they’re having fun. In a personal challenge, my objective was to capture some of the raucous-yet-tender antics from these two wonderful people in a little impromptu photo session.