It turns out that I seem to have a particular talent for creating those distractions, despite having no children of my own and very little experience with the wee ones. On this trip to Arizona I became Court Jester for the baby. She's eating and needs to be distracted? Here comes Aunt Kristin to make a wooden spoon dance on her tray just out of her reach! Someone needs to make the baby focus in the general direction of the camera for a photo session? Quick, Aunt Kristin, grab a prop (I used a feather boa) and get her attention! She's getting bored and cranky? DANCE, AUNT MONKEY, DANCE.
And so I came to be known as Aunt Monkey, an appellation that I fear will stick for the rest of my life, knowing my family.
Of course, my position behind the camera, waving feather boas and making an idiot of myself for the kid, means that there are not many photos of the baby and me together. In fact, this may be the only one:
Of course, this child lives 3,000 miles away, which means my talents will not be put to use very often. I'm thinking of hiring myself out at a nominal rate for parents who could use a little child wrangling help. You know, just to stay in practice. They can't call me Aunt Monkey, though.
And because I know that a picture of a human baby won't be enough for you people . . .
Playtime in the puppy pen
No picture of the lamb today, but not for lack of trying. It was really dark and stormy yesterday and I couldn't get close enough to it to get a well-lit photo. Then, when I did get close enough to it after we shut it in the barn, the batteries in the camera were dead. So I went back to the house, got new batteries, trudged back out to the barn (IN THE RAIN), and . . . those batteries were dead too. Sonofabitch.
So, no lamb photo. I'll try again today.
Baby picture + puppy picture = lamb picture. So I think you are OK.
ReplyDeleteYou & Brad both have the magical baby-entertaining mojo. My niece looks at me and is all "Pfff. Amateur. WAAAHHH!"
It's fun to be an auntie! You can go in and cause all sorts of chaos, including acting like a monkey. But the kids love it, so it's great.
ReplyDeleteAnd congratulations on your year of blogging! I just read that this morning, since I spent my weekend cleaning out crap at my mom's house, which I hope to blog about at some point myself. You're much better at updating your blog, for which I thank you. It's fun to read!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the moniker Aunt Monkey! My nieces and nephew call me Auntie S - short for godESS. Thanks for the pics, too.
ReplyDeleteThere are worse things than 'Aunt Monkey'—I will forever (apparently) be referred as 'Banana' by all my grandchildren. I was aiming for 'Nana', but obviously I went astray somewhere. . . .
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures!
Every baby needs an Aunt Monkey.
ReplyDeleteThe very best photo (non-professional) ever taken of my children was by my mother with a crappy camera while my sister danced in the background. The look on my kids' faces is priceless.
What a cute little girl! It doesn't surprise me you can make her smile easily - you do it for the rest of us every day!
ReplyDeleteMy friend's daughter calls me CaCa because she can't say my name properly.
ReplyDeleteNow she's 5 and still calls me CaCa because, as you might have guessed, my friends all thought it was hilarious.
So, now, I'm named after poo.
YAY.