Moving Target

Tonight I attempted to get a few quick shots of Daphne, since she was already dressed up to go to the visitation. I wanted a picture of her by the bougainvillea but quickly realized if I didn’t have a baby wrangler there was no way I was going to get her to stand still and look at me so I could take a picture. See what I mean?

I’d rather pay attention to the dogs than you, Mommy.

Oh, what’s this?

The whole time I was repeating her name. “Daphne, Daphne, look at Mommy, hey, come over here, Daphne look this way, Daphne, Daphne, Daphne, don’t touch the water, Daphne, Daphne.” It was like Bill Cosby’s Jeffrey bit. And for those of you that have never seen Bill Cosby: Himself, here’s the clip:

I thought I’d throw that in here because I realize not everyone gets my 80’s references. In fact, while we were staying with my sister and her husband a few weeks ago we watched part of Two and a Half Men (which I had never seen before) and I made the comment about Duckie not aging too well. My sister got it, my brother-in-law didn’t. “Duckie?” He had never seen Pretty in Pink. Then my sister had to remind me, “well, he is 11 years younger than you.” I am so old.

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