after glancing over his shoulder
baby j is not sure
if he should
laugh, cry, scream or run.
j proclaimed,
‘i’m going to swing into magic land.’
we’d been waiting forever
for a chance to play outside in the rain together
there was a fence
branch was weak
chair was shaky
toes were tippy
b created a magic rain slide
“let’s make it soapy”
it was so slippy-flippy
there were great leaps and a great slides
making for
a great afternoon
we got very wet
fell down
slid on the grass
crashed into stuff
got pretty muddy
laughed so hard
best of all
none of us were injured
and it was pure magic.
roald dahl would understand completely.
—-
credits: roald dahl – george’s marvelous medicine
j: ‘i think i should eat outside, i’m kind of messy.’
b: ‘he is.’
me: ‘it’s unanimous then.’
‘yep, that food really is kind of messy.’
b: ‘that’s not food, that’s art.’
me: ‘it is.’
grandies j and b
get ready for the big race
their first 5k
as a family
following in the footsteps
of mom and dad
making me proud
all to raise money
and awareness
for the
hope water project
a human cause
that helps bring
clean water to africa
something so many of us
take for granted
each and every day.
checklist:
sweatbands
numbers
water
shorts
smiles
shoes
enthusiasm
hope
empathy
compassion
blanket
ready.
—
every cause produces more than one effect.
– herbert spencer
—
baby j, just being.
– sure signs of a fun spring birthday celebration for baby v-
after a visit
with
baby r, baby v and baron the loyal,
they
find a creative way
to share
a hello, goodbye.
babies j, b and f
believe
waiting
and
hoping
for a glimpse
of santa
8 tiny reindeer
and
for
all
of
their wishes
to
come true.
clothing is optional.
—
all human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.
-alexandre dumas
after a night spent
with mayhem
and mischief
and fun
in
peaches’ cottage
while mom and dad have a date
and
ending up
on
the longest night ever
tucked into the loft
nestled with
nacho the cat
and
babies j and b
then
we wake up to another day
the shortest day
and
find our zen.
******************
that moment when baby j feels the magic.
—
christmas isn’t a season. it’s a feeling.
– edna ferber
I didn't have my glasses on.... 