The crying game. . .

I was perusing through my daughter's blog when I came upon this adorable photo of my youngest grandson:

Apparently the 'kitty whisker' photo shoot was in total meltdown and he was getting pretty upset by the entire ordeal.

Which reminded me of a long ago photo shoot with his mommy (my dear daughter) and her major meltdown during her 'cute spring dress' photo shoot:

This was the time during the photo shoot where the dress was pulled off in disgust and her 'feelings' were visibly displayed.

Just so you know--there WAS a good shot:

Just as there was a good shot of my baby bunchkin grandson as well:

What struck me about that first photo of 'the blessed precious' was how much he looks like his parental unit.  It's like I'm having my baby girl all over again (just in male form now).  Well, what goes around comes around. . .so they say.  And I am pleased to know that the cuteness of crying by my daughter at a young age is manifesting itself in the next generation as well. . . 

You might have read this somewhere. . .

Portlandia, the new show that's making a huge hit (as well as making fun of where I live) is now showing off their newest, highly competitive sport:



I actually haven't seen it myself--but I read about it somewhere. . .

Oh, and here's another goody I found:

Winter Wonderland. . .

Last weekend my spousal unit took me to Odell Lake Lodge in Oregon for some winter adventures--which included snow-shoeing, skiing, and  just plain winter time fun.  It was amazingly beautiful and the conditions were fantastic to frolic in the snow. . .

After all the fun and frolic. . . it was sure nice to get back to the cozy lodge to warm up and hunker down until the next day's adventures.

It was also an opportunity for me to wear this 'must-have-winter-fashion' hat:

It's not every day that I get to sport a look like that. . . thanks, hubby!  That was some kinda fun!

I think I'll end with a proverbial long walk off a frozen pier shot. . . . . .

Drum roll please. . . .

My friend sent me think link in an e-mail, and all I got to say about it is:

"Dear Santa,

If I'm really really SUPER good this year--could you please wrap up this little guy and give him to me for Christmas?  Complete with drum set, of course."

This kid is FOUR YEARS old and absolutely amazing.  Note the expressions on his little cherub face--especially towards the end when he spots his parents.  Can they bottle this talent and sell it, cuz I'm buyin'!