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<\/a><\/p>\nYesterday Phil’s phamily had a cookout, so I tagged along with the camera and took lots of middling pictures (I’ve really got to work on manually opening up and stopping down to get the depth of field I want, and I need to quit relying on the autofocus so much; and I need a better primary lens than the one that came with the camera) and a couple that I actually like. I spent time playing fake phone tag with Rylee (Phil’s niece) and Emma (Phil’s mom’s sister’s daughter \u2014 his first cousin?), and tried my best to keep them entertained so the adults could drink their beers and tell dirty jokes. Or whatever it is adults do when the two- and three-year-olds aren’t nearby. <\/p>\n
I’ve always held the opinion that kids don’t like me and that I don’t like kids (except for my nephews), but these two actually kind of do<\/i> like me. Probably because I’ll sit and play with them, and pretend to go to the store and cook chicken with them, and I don’t yell at them or spank them. But that’s probably because I spent a total of five or so hours with them as opposed to many consecutive days and years at a time. <\/p>\n
I heart spinster auntdom. <\/p>\n