To be fair, this is the worst of Tammy's pose-face. Usually it's just unnatural, not actually painful-looking.
But her natural smile is, as always, perfect:
Now, to prepare my funeral arrangements for when Tammy sees this blog post.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Pose Face Contest - Who Looks Like They Are In More Pain?
To be fair, this is the worst of Tammy's pose-face. Usually it's just unnatural, not actually painful-looking.
But her natural smile is, as always, perfect:
Now, to prepare my funeral arrangements for when Tammy sees this blog post.
Friday, July 23, 2010
"Cordelia" ... No, really... It says Cordelia!
Two days ago, I was spending some much-needed quality time with my princess. She had placed a couple of magnetic letters on her easel (gift from Uncle Chad and Aunt Patti last Christmas), and wanted me to help her write them on the marker board.
Because the easel is sized for a child, because I'm not a child, because my knees don't make the best feet, and because the spoiled little angel also received a Crayola writing desk (complete with a marker-board top) from her daddy for Christmas last year, I was able to convince her to come practice on the table.
After a few attempts at the two letters she brought over with her (S and T), Tammy and I were able to convince her to try some other letters, and even to write her name.
With just a little coaching: "C looks like this..." and "D looks like a long up-and-down line with an O touching it." and "an L is just a long line that goes up and down." etc.
In short order we had this:
Oh... one more thing. The last blog, about the parade, I forgot to mention: We were on TV. Apparently we were either perfectly placed, or the cameras thought Cordy was cute enough that nobody would notice the bald fat guy towing her along the parade route, because we got center stage. Yep. We're famous.
Because the easel is sized for a child, because I'm not a child, because my knees don't make the best feet, and because the spoiled little angel also received a Crayola writing desk (complete with a marker-board top) from her daddy for Christmas last year, I was able to convince her to come practice on the table.
After a few attempts at the two letters she brought over with her (S and T), Tammy and I were able to convince her to try some other letters, and even to write her name.
With just a little coaching: "C looks like this..." and "D looks like a long up-and-down line with an O touching it." and "an L is just a long line that goes up and down." etc.
In short order we had this:
Oh... one more thing. The last blog, about the parade, I forgot to mention: We were on TV. Apparently we were either perfectly placed, or the cameras thought Cordy was cute enough that nobody would notice the bald fat guy towing her along the parade route, because we got center stage. Yep. We're famous.
Days of '47 Youth Parade
The West Jordan East Stake was asked to participate in the Day's of '47 Youth Parade this year. Our ward happens to be in the WJES, so we had a float in the parade:
The theme was "Bee a Helping Hand in Service" (I think...). On the front of the float, invisible to all but the most superhuman of eyes is a Pennies By the Inch collection jar.
Anyway, I had nothing to do with this float, so don't start commenting on what a great job I did. It was a whole bunch of other people with more talent and skill (and patience) than I could possibly lay claim to.
The reason why I mention this particular parade is because one very special little girl has a mommy who is way good at finding ways to give said little girl wonderful, memorable experiences. The daddy in this tale wants the little girl to have fun experiences, but is often too lazy, unmotivated, or just plain grumpy to actually seek them out or jump at the chance.
Therefore, the wonderful mommy went out of her way to make sure the special little girl was prepared, dressed and present the morning of the parade.
The daddy who, at the time, has never really found any point to parades, and who would have been extremely pleased to be able to sleep in on a Saturday morning in July, was also prepared, dressed and present the morning of the parade.
The mommy and daddy each had a health concern regarding walking a mile in 97º weather. Mommy's asthma had been acting up, and daddy's foot was still extremely tender from recent surgery. It was determined that daddy would be the parade walker, while mommy watched with her family from the sidelines.
I know I've mentioned my daughter's awful pose-face before. But honestly, I just can't mention it enough... I think that maybe subconsciously I might hope that if I talk about it enough, she'll become so self-conscious that she'll spend hours staring in the mirror practicing her smile so that it doesn't look SO INCREDIBLY FORCED AND UNNATURAL.
Yes, I'm a terrible, horrible father. No need to point that out to me.
It's one of the reasons you will often see Cordelia sticking her tongue out in pictures. If I can't get her to smile somewhat naturally long enough to snatch a photo of it, I make her stick out her tongue. It's acceptable among children, so I encourage it. Generally, I try to catch her in candid photos, as that's the best way to view any person, in my opinion.
However, sometimes there is nothing for it, but to have a completely unnatural, forced photo-op. Like when you get to be in a parade and you want to have memories of it. And when somebody decides that it's time for a group pic:
The theme was "Bee a Helping Hand in Service" (I think...). On the front of the float, invisible to all but the most superhuman of eyes is a Pennies By the Inch collection jar.
Anyway, I had nothing to do with this float, so don't start commenting on what a great job I did. It was a whole bunch of other people with more talent and skill (and patience) than I could possibly lay claim to.
The reason why I mention this particular parade is because one very special little girl has a mommy who is way good at finding ways to give said little girl wonderful, memorable experiences. The daddy in this tale wants the little girl to have fun experiences, but is often too lazy, unmotivated, or just plain grumpy to actually seek them out or jump at the chance.
Therefore, the wonderful mommy went out of her way to make sure the special little girl was prepared, dressed and present the morning of the parade.
The daddy who, at the time, has never really found any point to parades, and who would have been extremely pleased to be able to sleep in on a Saturday morning in July, was also prepared, dressed and present the morning of the parade.
The mommy and daddy each had a health concern regarding walking a mile in 97º weather. Mommy's asthma had been acting up, and daddy's foot was still extremely tender from recent surgery. It was determined that daddy would be the parade walker, while mommy watched with her family from the sidelines.
As you can see, the special little girl was lucky enough to get to ride in a wagon for the mile-long walk along 500 south. And she was pretty happy to be there. Mostly... but we won't focus on the less happy moments waiting for the parade to finally begin.
I know I've mentioned my daughter's awful pose-face before. But honestly, I just can't mention it enough... I think that maybe subconsciously I might hope that if I talk about it enough, she'll become so self-conscious that she'll spend hours staring in the mirror practicing her smile so that it doesn't look SO INCREDIBLY FORCED AND UNNATURAL.
Yes, I'm a terrible, horrible father. No need to point that out to me.
It's one of the reasons you will often see Cordelia sticking her tongue out in pictures. If I can't get her to smile somewhat naturally long enough to snatch a photo of it, I make her stick out her tongue. It's acceptable among children, so I encourage it. Generally, I try to catch her in candid photos, as that's the best way to view any person, in my opinion.
However, sometimes there is nothing for it, but to have a completely unnatural, forced photo-op. Like when you get to be in a parade and you want to have memories of it. And when somebody decides that it's time for a group pic:
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| Back: J. Herman, B. Glazier, C. Sorensen, J. Sorensen Center: S. Herman, A. Glazier, O. Sorensen, T. Dahl Front: Cordelia "Pose-Face" Casper |
Updated Blog *NEW*
You'd think that a guy who was basically unemployed for 2 months with nothing better to do than sit at the computer all day applying for jobs online would have been able to find 15 minutes every few days to update his blog.
You'd be wrong. Or actually, you'd be right, he would have been able to. But he didn't.
Anyway, my foot is well on the mend. The last of the scab fell off two days ago. It's on the floor here somewhere... unless the dog ate it. Never mind.
So moving past that, I have a hoard of pictures to post and some stories to go along with them. But since I don't really want to associate them directly with my foot-scab story, I'll add them separately.
You'd be wrong. Or actually, you'd be right, he would have been able to. But he didn't.
Anyway, my foot is well on the mend. The last of the scab fell off two days ago. It's on the floor here somewhere... unless the dog ate it. Never mind.
So moving past that, I have a hoard of pictures to post and some stories to go along with them. But since I don't really want to associate them directly with my foot-scab story, I'll add them separately.
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