*Part of the "Ways in Which I Am Not My Mother" series. See also "Ways in Which I Am Not My Mother (1 &2)" and "Ways in Which I Am Not My Mother (3 & 4)".
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Oh my gosh ... I don't know what just happened. I was ready to press POST but my comment is GONE ... vanished into the virtual ether and I'm clueless ... seriously. This kind of thing hasn't happened to me in a long time and I'm trying to collect my thoughts and start again.
Nathan's a lucky kid to have a mom like you ;--)
This is a marvelous photo series that makes ME want to get out paints and play in ways my mother never allowed, but I'm headed to Adult School this morning so it will have to wait. I'm delighted to find you posting again and dropping by my blogs as time permits. I've missed you. Have a wonderful day doing whatever you choose!
Hugs and blessings,
Posted by: storyteller | September 25, 2009 at 09:19 AM
Beautiful! And it looks like so much fun!
(Is Nathan suddenly very tall?)
Posted by: The Other Laura | September 15, 2009 at 11:27 AM
i assume you are speaking about your mother and not how your son is not like you? or am i projecting? because my mother would NEVER have let us do that!!! way too messy!!! i wish i had had the wisdom to let my own kids be messier when they were little. bravo for you. i wanna come play at your house!!! xoxo
Posted by: lucy | September 14, 2009 at 04:43 PM