own the mailbox

this is the aviator.

he's handsome.  and dreamy.  and...

i'll stop there because our parents read this blog.

this is what he looks like 90% of the time.

t-shirt.  cargo shorts.  flip flops.  done.

in fact, if he's wearing his wedding ring, he is extremely dressed up.  and uncomfortable.  and mad.  it's not completely his fault that he doesn't wear his ring on a daily basis.  he was born with a freakish "big finger".  and that just means that god blessed him by connecting his ring finger and his middle finger.  and they separated them when he was 3.  and they didn't go down far enough so he has a little web.  so, "it hurts", when his ring weighs down on that.  so he has a free pass.

and that probably just means he hits on every girl he sees because they don't know he's married.  because if a girl sees a ring, she backs off.  no girl would ever dream of talking to a man who has on a wedding ring.

and the aviator has a lot of game.  remember he was going to "french" those girls?

but it doesn't matter because i'm not jealous.  or insecure.  or worried.  and i really don't care about this at all.  which means that i just wasted about 18 seconds of your life.  and it's not relevant to anything i wanted to tell you either.

what i wanted to talk about was the aviator's mom.  my mother-in-law.  grandma.  but little c calls her "rae".  figure that one out and let me know.

my in-laws were in town last week.  my mother-in-law, whom i shall refer to as "rae" from now on, likes to take pictures.  a lot of pictures.  of everything.

everything we do, and everywhere we go is a photo op.  sorry kids.  that dead armadillo could use some company and a smile for rae.

on the friday before they left, the aviator had to go to work.  he wore his uniform.  his trops.  but don't you worry about the aviator and how he must be so uncomfortable tucking in that shirt and wearing a belt.  he'll get his flight uniform soon and it's just a onsie.  casual win.

he had to leave for work around 6:30, and rae wanted to get up early so she could take pictures of him in his uniform.  it's so rare that we see him "dressed up".  then she realized that he would still be wearing his uniform when he got home in the afternoon.  she agreed to wait.

i tried to get her to run errands with me, but she didn't want to chance missing him coming home.  it's all about the picture.

when he walked through the door, he had about 20 seconds to prepare.  for this.

"smile"

there.  that's good.  now you can go change clothes.

"maybe we can take some pictures outside in front of the house?"


hey honey, can you let axel out with you?  thanks.

"that's going to make a great picture!"  she didn't really say that, but that's what the conversation was like in my head.

"i can't see anything on the screen because it's so bright.  one more."

"that's nice.  thank you."


and i got this lovely shot of axel's rear.  you. are. welcome.

now that wasn't so bad, was it?  everyone's happy.

and look, honey.  axel learned how to lift his leg and pee on our mailbox.

high five.

and i have pictures of your mom taking pictures of you.  and that sort of makes me hungry.

but you already know that.

-dimply stacy