Tag—I’m It!

Posted On October 13, 2008

Ahh, tag. Brings back such traumatic fun memories from childhood. Tag and all its variants—line tag on the basketball court in P.E., stuck in the mud, ghost in the graveyard…Yeah, I pretty much hated them all. Why, you ask? Well, let’s see. I’m slow. I hate running. I hate confrontation of any sort. And I get very anxious when I know I’m going to get “tagged” (I can’t do jack-in-the-box, either. Just knowing that clown is going to pop up at ANY…MOMENT…makes me about jump out of my skin!).

But fortunately, this is one game of tag I can actually play—WITHOUT getting winded or having to put my head between my knees so I don’t pass out.

Amy posted the cutest photo of one of her daughters in a game of bloggy tag, and then she tagged ME! I was supposed to go to my photos and post the 6th photo in the 6th folder. Well, I had to go with my 5th folder because I only have 5 folders on iPhoto and my other photos are being held hostage in some hard drive of my husband’s, but hopefully I am allowed to bend the rules a teensy bit.

So the “tagged” photo is this one of Boy #3 at Easter this past spring. We’re at Grandma J’s and Papa’s house, and the boys just found their Easter baskets. I love how disheveled Boy #3 looks. Dirty shirt leftover from the day before along with his pajama pants…Peep hanging out of his mouth…And if you look closely, you can see he’s got either a horn growing out the side of his head or some really bad bedhead.

And now, I’m going to tag Jody…and Bec…and Wendy…and Kellyn…and KMom…and Melody! You are now IT!