Visit With my Parents and other miscellaneous summer things

My dreadlocks are three months old today.  I accidentally took this photo of myself last week during a photo shoot while I was setting up the lights.  I almost deleted it and then I realized it was a wonderful shot of my dreads in pigtails!  Somebody told me that dreads are an exercise in acceptance.  That having dreads you have to accept what they are from day to day: frizzy, curly, wild, flat.  And that learning that acceptance is good for your ego, good for your soul.  Someone else said that dreads are a mad scientist's experiment in patience.  I have discovered all of this to be true, and will soon do a post about why I have dreads, and what it's been like these last three months.

My Dad helped me set up my lights, and even built me a lovely backdrop.  It's handy having Stan the man for your Dad.

Sometimes he's a superhero.

Sometimes he's two years old.

Loved by two-year-olds.

This blog post looks like it's about my Dad.  It's not really.  Although he's great, and I have a ton of fun photos of him, this post is supposed to be about Mom AND Dad, and all the fun stuff we've done while they've been here.  All the fun stuff mostly consists of hiding under blankets and jumping out and saying "Peek!" to the little guy.  But still...

Finally one of Mom!  She's a handsome woman, isn't she? :)

Mom took Luke to all his swim lessons last week.

Last year Luke complained, but this year he really looked forward to his lessons.

And at the end of two weeks hard work, he earned his Level 1 badge!!