Mother Nature, while the folks of New England and in specific, Maine, obviously did something to get your knickers in a knot, I decided to ignore you (yeah, that was me, staring into the smudgy gray skies overhead, yesterday, and giving you the finger!) and haul the Little Imp to an ocean-side playground and let her have at it. She was feeling considerably better when she woke up yesterday and upon jumping out of bed told me; "Mumma, I feel like an adventure!" To be honest, so did I. I knew that Thursday was going to be our one decent day out of the week and by "decent" I mean an only 30% chance of showers vs. an all out deluge. I was right. It merely splattered on us here and there yesterday. Today...? It's totally chucking it out down and we're under yet another flood watch. Lovely.
Imp asked me if I was going to take "some pitchers" of her and I cocked my head to the side and she said, "a'course you are mumma!" I threw a few flash cards in my camera bag, swapped one lens for another, said goodbye to Megawatt who was in the kitchen making a breakfast pizza with Paul, who had stopped by, ushered the Imp out the door and was immediately stopped dead in my tracks by the mother of all cobwebs that stretched from the door of my Jeep to the garage door. It was huge. My ear was touching the side of it and I was absolutely terrified that the vibration of the movement on the web would send whatever the hell kind of ginormous spider that had made a web that enormous, out to investigate whether brunch was being served.
I think perhaps I've mentioned in passing, out here, that I absolutely hate spiders? Actually, sans the hubby (who sets the damned things free when he finds them!), we are an entire family of arachnophobics!
It dawned on me that maybe the spider wasn't the size of a VW afterall and that she'd had a bit of time to work on her masterpiece, connecting my Jeep with the garage (Yes, I know, typically one parks their car in the garage. However, since purchasing the asylum two years ago, most of the boxes went straight from the moving truck, into the garage where they remain to this day, untouched, like some ancient museum pieces.), as I hadn't left the house except to take Imp to the dr., since returning from BlogFest down in Mathews, VA.
I made short work of the web (PETA members can save their keystrokes for someone who cares. Homeless spiders don't tend to garner any sympathy from me.), and soon enough we were on our way south to one of our favorite little seaside playgrounds. I was hoping the park would be relatively empty, with the craptastic weather we've been having, and I wasn't disapointed.
The Little Imp ran herself ragged; climbing on everything, swinging on swings and sliding down slides while I stood nearby and tried to capture some of the expressions of utter joy and that would float across her face, or maybe I would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the carefree spirit that possess the young; to forever have it saved on film.
Upon uploading this image, I was once again reminded that the Little Imp has legs that go on forever. She sure as heck didn't get them from her daddy or I!
This is probably going to be my "photo-crush" for a while. Something about the tilt of her head, or perhaps it's those wonderful eyelashes of hers, makes me smile.
Sometimes she really has no expression, but yet there's still something...
It's only after she announces that she just tooted, that I realize she was neither lost in thought or pensive.
The Little Imp was quite taken with the statues at the playground, in particular, this one...
"Mumma, you think anyone is in there?"
"Well, even if you 'nore me, I'm still gonna give you some loves."
She's just that kind of little girl.
