set up a business
selling lemonade
to a captive audience
of family and friends.
some of the employees
wait for the customers
to come to their door
and at times business is slow.
but one,
the littlest,
has an out of the box idea.
he quietly
reclaims
lemonade
already sold
and pours it back
into the the pitcher
to resell again.
to the same captive audience.
—
“i’m a hustler, baby; i sell water to a well!”
― jay-z
all of the
grand babies
cousins
from
near
and
so far
meet in one box.
all on one continent together
for the very first time.
and it is a summit meeting
of the highest order
where they
talk about
important things
like
should we go climb in something else?
do you have squirrels or kangaroos where you live?
can you read?
how old will you be when it’s your birthday?
can you ride a bike?
does anyone know where my sippy cup is?
and
in an instant
they know
they are
all
one family.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars. E. M. Forster
waking up on their first morning here,
the aussie joeys begin their day,
amidst
junk food,
stuffed animals,
blankets
and
cartoons.
and
in the cottage
of their grandmother,
peaches
who loves them.
—
life would be perfect if:
Mondays were fun, junk food was healthy, drama didn’t exist,
and goodbyes were only until tomorrow.
– author unknown
happy birthday sweet baby girl
you are the last
of the grandbabies
six under six
to turn two
little r.
and your beloved dog, baron
and the rest of our family
will always watch over you
and look up to you
even if you are the youngest.
One of the virtues of being very young
is that you don’t let the facts get in the way of your imagination.
~Sam Levenson
the aussies have finally landed on the continent
and the little joeys have been like this since their arrival in nyc.
can’t wait until they hit ann arbor on sunday night.
—
jet lag is your soul trying to catch up after flying.
ryan ross
as the baby ballerinas wait backstage for their moment in the sun –
emotions are mixed.
and at last
they are in the spotlight.
and one little dancer goes rogue.
and decides to go solo.
and that is a sure sign.
that she is one of my clan.
and i love her even more for that.
—
Dancing is just discovery, discovery, discovery. ~Martha Graham
I didn't have my glasses on.... 
