Gimme Some Damn Candy!

Happy Halloween!

Time for the annual session at our neighborhood pumpkin patch!  I know you folks like to reminisce, so you can see how these little weeds have shot up by looking here.

Get the (Halloween) Party Started

The first Halloween event of the year for the Chockleys was the annual carnival at Idlewild Presbyterian. It gave us our first opportunity to eat our body weight in cotton candy and show off our non-costumes.

Connor's "official" costume is a muscled Superman. He tried it on for the first time last week and declared that it looked "Ridiculous!" Chip and I fastened the belt, attached the cape, and told him he looked awesome. Then Chloe chimed in with her opinion: "Yeah, that looks RIDICULOUS!" Thanks. So Wednesday night, Connor begged to be able to go out in just a Halloween t-shirt. Fine, but I'm not letting him off that easy on Sunday.

Chloe's costume is a devil. This was her third costume idea, behind a cowgirl and a Barbie princess. It originated in the dollar aisle at Target, when she found a headband with devil horns. (After wearing the horns all the way through Target and declaring her intention to be a devil several times, she finally looked at me and asked, "So what's a devil?") She just wanted a red dress and red shoes to go with the horns- she is easy to please. Sadly, all the red dresses in the world seem to be fancy/expensive holiday dresses, so I talked her into a red skirt and shirt. Somehow we ended up with a shirt that has a heart on it, which doesn't seem very devilish. In fact, most people thought that she, like Connor, chose not to really dress up. But she did! Every bit of it, including socks and shoes, were purchased specifically to be worn on Halloween. But that doesn't mean you won't see that skirt again when you get our holiday card this December.

Multiples

A little fun with long exposures and flash down at the beach on our last night...

D'oh!

It's likely that neither Chloe nor Connor will have a career as a wide receiver.

Faux-Engagement

My sis has actually been married for a year now, but I decided to take some "engagement" photos to beef up my portfolio.  Pretty couple, and you know, it's easy for them to look happy because it's only been one year.

 Kidding Steph!

Beach Portraits-- with EXTRA LIGHT

Ok, so I really geeked out this year.  I actually brought my own flash and umbrella to the beach.  We may have looked like nerds, but I think it paid off.  It really provides a clean look, and allowed me to get cool sunset colors at the same time.  Thanks, Bwana for your light stand skillz!

Alys Beach

For a change of scenery from Seaside and Seagrove, I headed a few miles east on 30A to check out Alys Beach.  It was definitely a different look-- all the buildings were white and spartan-looking.  From the South Walton Beaches site, I see that Alys "is our newest town -- drawing architectural inspirations from Bermuda, Antigua, and Guatemala."  I didn't get to see inside any of the houses ("Hey y'all!  Kin ah take some pitchers in here?"), but apparently they are all beautiful. (In fact, I just pulled up a few:  dang.)  Forbes recently named Alys as America’s “Top Spot for Design-Savvy Home Buyers”. All of the homes are built to Florida's Green Home Designation standard, which I presume is something like LEED certification.

Beach Frolicking

Annual Trek

We took our annual trip to 30A last week. You know what that means-- I'll bore you with lots of pictures from the beach. I'll get to that shortly, but for now I'll just give you one of my favs.

More to come!

Willing Subject

Chloe and I were out playing in the front yard the other day, and I noticed the light was nice.  I can always use practice with my portrait skills.  I asked her if she wanted to be in some pictures, and of course she was enthusiastic.

The little lady was really a pro.  She's had a camera in her face since she was a baby, but I think she's finally old enough now to be conscious of what she looks like in photographs.  She took all of my directions and even suggested different settings and poses.  She's a natural!

See the whole slideshow here.

I Cup

Last night, someone on Twitter commented that the book "Daddy Drinks Because You Cry" has the dumbest title ever. I replied, "Dumb title? You clearly don't have kids."

Then I went upstairs to put my kids to bed. While Connor was getting tucked in, Chloe was doing everything possible to put off bedtime. "Do you want to see me do a crazy dance?" she procrastinated. "No, I want to see you pee!" I retorted. I had a cup in my hand at the time. "I cup, Chloe!" I laughed, making Chip laugh as well.

"Connor, spell 'I cup'!" I giddily called out. He was wary, but he did it. "I-C-U-P," he offered, looking at us quizzically. Chip and I laughed, because this is a great juvenile joke that we were excited to share with our juveniles. "What?" he asked. Then it sunk in. "Ooooh. . ." he slowly realized. I chuckled and said, "Chloe! I cup! Now come on to bed!" as Chip giggled some more.

As he got Chloe out of the bathroom, I went in to kiss Connor, who was now sobbing. I couldn't understand the problem. "You made fun of me!" he exclaimed, and continued crying. I did a big sigh (TM Junie B Jones) and explained how jokes work, how he actually helped tell the joke, how no one thought anything bad of him, etc. But he wouldn't let up. That hurt his feelings, and he refused to be consoled. As this was the second night in a row he went to bed in tears, I was at the end of my patience with this little song and dance. I told him I was sorry that his feelings were hurt, but the best I could offer him was my promise that he wasn't made to look foolish and I meant him no harm. Goodnight.

Besides, I was in a hurry to get into Chloe's room, where she too was sobbing into her pillow. "You made fun of my name!" she wailed, and I couldn't help it- I started laughing the helpless laughter of someone who has clearly passed over the border into Crazytown. Chloe was PISSED. So I quickly apologized and assured her that all I did was comment on how I could see her pee. She was not consoled. I started from the beginning, explaining the whole joke to her, and insisting that we were only laughing because the joke is silly, not because she (or Connor) had been played for a fool. But she didn't care. I was still the biggest asshole of all time, mocking my children and making them feel bad about themselves like so many Mommy Dearests before me.

As is our custom, I went to give Connor an extra hug before giving Chloe an extra hug. (A story for another time.) Turns out, Connor was still crying! As I helped him blow his nose, he whined, "I just don't like how that made me feel." I did another big sigh and assured him once more that I sincerely meant no ill will, and that I hoped he could get some sleep. Then I went back to Chloe to blow her sobbing nose and recite the same platitudes.

Then I came downstairs and poured myself a drink.

Welcome to Your Mid-Thirties

Happy birthday to my baby brother. Whether it's been with you or at you, you've kept me laughing your entire thirty-four years.

Have a wonderful day! We love you!

Air

This past weekend's Rock-n-Romp was probably our best show ever-- close to 800 folks came out. Weather was gorgeous, bands were great. I've already recapped it once over on the RnR blog here-- but I wanted to share some of the love here on the ChockleyBlog too.

There was a really cool "jumping pillow" at the Corn Maze where this show was held. I had a ball shooting people jumping on it-- especially the adults who could get some serious air. Here are two of my fellow RnR board members, Caleb Sweazy and Marv Stockwell, believing they can fly.

The whole slideshow from the show (including other things besides people touching the sky) is here.