God made the wild animals according to their kinds...and God saw that it was good. (Genesis 1:24)
They say Yorkies imprint on one person. I have certainly found that to be true with my little dog, Teddy. He is the most timid dog I have ever seen, and I am his favorite, and only, person. Oh, he will tolerate Selah if I am not around, because she is quiet and calm and will sit for hours petting him while she reads. But I am Teddy's refuge. When he eats, he grabs a bite, runs to me and chews, runs back and grabs a bite, runs back to me and chews...
When I went to Virginia last month, they tell me he laid by the back door the entire time, waiting for me to come home. For days afterwards, if I walked outside and didn't take him, he went crazy, barking at the door, wanting me to come back, afraid I was leaving him again.
Just like a toddler...
I am 65 years old. I have been "hands on" parenting minors now for almost 45 years, much, much longer than most people. By the time my youngest child is grown, I will be 71 years old. It's been glorious, but I can see it coming to an end, and it makes me sad. Yes, I have the most beautiful grandbabies, but as any grandma will tell you, while it's a fun thing to be a grandma, it's different from being a mother. Not better, not worse, just different. Grandbabies have a mother, and you are not it. You get to indulge: in my case, be the grandma who sneaks sprinkles into the toddler's hand while mommy isn't looking. Now, he just needs to learn to be sneaky about bringing the sprinkles, so mommy doesn't see and say no...
So imagine my surprise when my little dog began to show signs of being a toddler! And my teenage daughter, Angel-Leah, showed signs of being the older sibling who loves to torment the younger sibling, because, as she says, 'he loves you too much, and you are my mommy!'
I was quietly standing in my bedroom yesterday when I was hit by a 7 pound tornado. I looked down to find Teddy on his hind legs, front paws wrapped around me, his head on my thigh, looking up with big brown eyes under a mop of hair (I should really groom this dog more often), pleading for rescue. I picked him up just as 16 year old Angel-Leah burst in behind him, falling on my bed and laughing hysterically. Teddy stared at her calmly from my arms with a look of "haha, Mommy has me now!"
"Why are you being mean to my sweet little dog?" I chided. Between gasps of laughter, she described the chase. She jumped at him, chased him through the living room where he collided with a chair and didn't stop, around my 9 1/2 foot long kitchen table, through the bathroom where he caught a glimpse of me in the bedroom and skidded to a stop as he made a sharp turn, running like a rocket to me.
"It was so funny!" she declared.
And I remembered big sisters who tormented little sisters, telling them the white squiggly line on Hostess cupcakes was angel writing, and the angels would get mad if she ate it, then eating it off her sisters plate later. Older brothers who tormented little brothers, hanging their personal items on the ceiling fan where they went around and around, around and around. Big brothers who tormented their little sister, hanging her dolls from the balcony of her dollhouse, putting the baby in the dollhouse toilet, calling her "America" and making her cry (I never could figure that one out...)
Now I have big "sisters" teasing the family dog, because she can, I guess.
Maybe my toddler days aren't over, after all. Because, just like grandkids, Teddy has a mother, and I am it!
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Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Friday, October 27, 2017
Fall
I'm not one to enjoy the weather turning cooler. I don't like cold very much, and as someone who is cold even in Texas summers, I can be pretty miserable. But I am thankful for a house that is much tighter than it used to be, thanks to generous people who worked on it for us. The wind is blowing mightly outside, but we are cozy and warm inside, doing school this morning.
A lot of things are changing around here.
I tell people Bill and I had three batches of children (Angel-Leah doesn't like that term, so I changed 'batches' to 'litters' for her, but she didn't think that was an improvement): When we married, we were only going to have two children, and Rachael and Celeste were born. We moved to Oklahoma, where we began to keep foster children, and after falling deeply in love with a little boy who didn't stay, I begged for more children. Gage was soon born, followed by three brother in eight years: Max, Spencer and Beau, and then pretty little Mary Susannah. By then, I was in my 40's. My heart was content.
Rachael and Celeste were 7 and 9, already in school, when we began to have children again. They were my first batch, the boys and Mary Susannah were my second batch.
When Mary Susannah was around 8, and Bill and I were in our 50's, we began to adopt. First came Luke, then Angel-Leah. Soon after her adoption was final, we were asked to take her baby brother, Tommy, which we did. That closed our home, because with Tommy coming, we were over the limit of children in our home that CPS would allow. But then, three years after his adoption, we were asked to take Luke's sisters, Cynthia and Selah. That was a very hard road with many obstacles, but eventually we were able to adopt them, too.
Life finds me now with all my biological children grown, married, courting, or far away in other states and even another country. My adopted children all still live at home, and are fast growing up. Sometimes, when I find myself in the rare situation of being alone for one reason or another, I realize that in eight years, my hands on parenting is going to be over. By that time, I will have had minor children in my house for 50 years. That's going to be a major change! But God is good, and He gave me my hearts desire, lots of children to raise. I am thankful for that!
My first batch, Rachael and Celeste, gave me nine grandchildren. Those grandchildren are now grown or almost that way. Chloe and Julia were married this past year, and Chloe has just given me my first great grandbaby, and he is just wonderful!
Daughter Mary Susannah is expecting her first baby, and I can hardly wait. Max and his wife Whitney, who were fostering for a while, have decided to start a family, and I am anxiously waiting good news there.
So my second batch is adding babies to our family. With 12 children, I am hoping for grandchildren in the 100's!
Son Spencer is dating now, and I couldn't be more pleased with his choice:
I haven't seen son Gage in three years, since Bill's funeral, because he is in South Korea. But this summer he is coming to America! He will be in Boston, Massachusetts, going to Harvard for the summer for a masters degree. I am saving already to go see him there. I have never been to Massachusetts, but mostly, I just want to see my son again. I never dreamed three years could go by without my seeing one of my children. I can't even say how much I have longed to see him again.
My third batch is growing, Cynthia will be 21 next month, Angel-Leah and Luke have become teenagers. They are all getting taller than I am, with only Tommy still shorter, but catching up fast.
Life is good, and cheerful. And again, I am thankful.
I want to revive this blog, although I am told blogs aren't so popular anymore. I have made ALL the mistakes in my life, but hopefully have grown through them, and am at the "older woman" stage the Bible talks about. I would love for this blog to become a place where I can inspire women in their walk as a Godly woman, and teach them what I have learned. Not that I am anywhere near perfect, far from it, but I do have a very few things I can teach. I will be deleting old posts that aren't inspirational, and hopefully writing new ones, at least once a week, but life can get busy and we will see.
Input is very welcome!
A lot of things are changing around here.
I tell people Bill and I had three batches of children (Angel-Leah doesn't like that term, so I changed 'batches' to 'litters' for her, but she didn't think that was an improvement): When we married, we were only going to have two children, and Rachael and Celeste were born. We moved to Oklahoma, where we began to keep foster children, and after falling deeply in love with a little boy who didn't stay, I begged for more children. Gage was soon born, followed by three brother in eight years: Max, Spencer and Beau, and then pretty little Mary Susannah. By then, I was in my 40's. My heart was content.
Rachael and Celeste were 7 and 9, already in school, when we began to have children again. They were my first batch, the boys and Mary Susannah were my second batch.
When Mary Susannah was around 8, and Bill and I were in our 50's, we began to adopt. First came Luke, then Angel-Leah. Soon after her adoption was final, we were asked to take her baby brother, Tommy, which we did. That closed our home, because with Tommy coming, we were over the limit of children in our home that CPS would allow. But then, three years after his adoption, we were asked to take Luke's sisters, Cynthia and Selah. That was a very hard road with many obstacles, but eventually we were able to adopt them, too.
Life finds me now with all my biological children grown, married, courting, or far away in other states and even another country. My adopted children all still live at home, and are fast growing up. Sometimes, when I find myself in the rare situation of being alone for one reason or another, I realize that in eight years, my hands on parenting is going to be over. By that time, I will have had minor children in my house for 50 years. That's going to be a major change! But God is good, and He gave me my hearts desire, lots of children to raise. I am thankful for that!
My first batch, Rachael and Celeste, gave me nine grandchildren. Those grandchildren are now grown or almost that way. Chloe and Julia were married this past year, and Chloe has just given me my first great grandbaby, and he is just wonderful!
Daughter Mary Susannah is expecting her first baby, and I can hardly wait. Max and his wife Whitney, who were fostering for a while, have decided to start a family, and I am anxiously waiting good news there.
So my second batch is adding babies to our family. With 12 children, I am hoping for grandchildren in the 100's!
Son Spencer is dating now, and I couldn't be more pleased with his choice:
I haven't seen son Gage in three years, since Bill's funeral, because he is in South Korea. But this summer he is coming to America! He will be in Boston, Massachusetts, going to Harvard for the summer for a masters degree. I am saving already to go see him there. I have never been to Massachusetts, but mostly, I just want to see my son again. I never dreamed three years could go by without my seeing one of my children. I can't even say how much I have longed to see him again.
My third batch is growing, Cynthia will be 21 next month, Angel-Leah and Luke have become teenagers. They are all getting taller than I am, with only Tommy still shorter, but catching up fast.
Life is good, and cheerful. And again, I am thankful.
I want to revive this blog, although I am told blogs aren't so popular anymore. I have made ALL the mistakes in my life, but hopefully have grown through them, and am at the "older woman" stage the Bible talks about. I would love for this blog to become a place where I can inspire women in their walk as a Godly woman, and teach them what I have learned. Not that I am anywhere near perfect, far from it, but I do have a very few things I can teach. I will be deleting old posts that aren't inspirational, and hopefully writing new ones, at least once a week, but life can get busy and we will see.
Input is very welcome!
Friday, March 7, 2014
Fleeting...
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever." Isaiah 40:8
Time is marching on. I will be 60 years old in a couple of months. I am finally acknowledging that I am indeed getting older. Am I elderly? I didn't like that idea, so I googled "elderly" the other day. According to the internet, I have five more years until I am considered such...that doesn't mean, though, that the young lady at McDonalds the other day didn't offered me the senior citizens discount. I firmly believe that senior citizen discounts should NOT be offered, they should be asked for. I guess it's vanity, but I would rather believe I still look too young for one of those. And the crummy thing was that, according to McDonalds, who caters to the very young set, I WAS eligible for it!
SIGH...
Which brings me to the reason I am writing this blog this early morning. It's not just me that is getting older and moving into a new stage of life. My children are moving right along with me. They are ALL growing up now. I've been a mom for 38 years. With birth, fostering and adopting, it's been rare that there has not been a baby in my house for most of those years. But now, there's not. And I'm thinking, the way my back feels and my bones ache, that likely, except for grandchildren, that part of my life is probably over. I hung onto it for about twenty years longer than most of my friends. I have loved raising children so much. And I'm not completely done yet. It's just that it seems the baby part is over.
My youngest child is six years old, and growing quickly. Recently, I have realized that having a child who thinks I can do no wrong, and is so dependent on me is fast coming to an end. It's funny what can bring you to that realization, although it has been at the back of my mind for a while.
We went to Legoland with our homeschool group. I don't take my children to places like that very often, so I decided to go ahead and spent the massive amount of money for seven of us to attend - mainly because we were getting a group discount, which barely made if affordable. Later, Angel-Leah grabbed my cell phone and went through the pictures, and then hotly declared that the only people I took pictures of were Mary Susannah, Cynthia and Tommy.
"Mary Susannah and Cynthia confiscated my phone and took pictures of themselves!" I defended myself. "And the rest of you ran away, and Tommy was the only one who wanted to hang out with me!"
And it hit me how true that was. Even Selah, who is only a year older than Tommy, spent her time with big sister Angel-Leah. I think, though, Legoland was too big and too loud for Tommy to feel like Luke could take care of him. So he opted to spend the day with me.
We took selfies on the airplane that I had to peddle like mad to keep up in the air:
And I caught him in a picture while he was trying to catch criminals:
It was a long day, but very fun. As Tommy said once when he could barely talk: "Me (Tommy) and Mommy, on a team!"
Yesterday, we pulled up in the parking lot of our homeschool co op. I walked around the back of the car and opened the hatch. Big and little kids grabbed their things and ran off to the door, leaving me standing there alone - except for Tommy. He stood chattering away, waiting for me. I smiled at him and remembered Legoland. Me and Tommy, on a team. We walked into the church building together. Later, at lunchtime, my kids ran to find their friends, not acknowledging me at all, except for Tommy, who also ran to sit with his friends, except that he glanced back, just making sure mommy was there. And I was.
I guess what this mommy, who was been mothering for nearly 40 years and has 12 children, wants to leave with you this morning is just this:
They grow up. Even when you have 12 children, eventually, the time of having little ones is going to end. Those sleepless nights, those clingy days when you get nothing done except rocking the baby, the messy house, the diapers, the nursing...
It ends. They get married. They go to college. They might even move off to Viet Nam.
And all you have is the memories.
And no one left to take selfies on the airplane with. In fact, you don't even get on the airplane anymore - unless your grandchild wants you too. Which is good, too!
Enjoy them. It so fleeting.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Time is marching on. I will be 60 years old in a couple of months. I am finally acknowledging that I am indeed getting older. Am I elderly? I didn't like that idea, so I googled "elderly" the other day. According to the internet, I have five more years until I am considered such...that doesn't mean, though, that the young lady at McDonalds the other day didn't offered me the senior citizens discount. I firmly believe that senior citizen discounts should NOT be offered, they should be asked for. I guess it's vanity, but I would rather believe I still look too young for one of those. And the crummy thing was that, according to McDonalds, who caters to the very young set, I WAS eligible for it!
SIGH...
Which brings me to the reason I am writing this blog this early morning. It's not just me that is getting older and moving into a new stage of life. My children are moving right along with me. They are ALL growing up now. I've been a mom for 38 years. With birth, fostering and adopting, it's been rare that there has not been a baby in my house for most of those years. But now, there's not. And I'm thinking, the way my back feels and my bones ache, that likely, except for grandchildren, that part of my life is probably over. I hung onto it for about twenty years longer than most of my friends. I have loved raising children so much. And I'm not completely done yet. It's just that it seems the baby part is over.
My youngest child is six years old, and growing quickly. Recently, I have realized that having a child who thinks I can do no wrong, and is so dependent on me is fast coming to an end. It's funny what can bring you to that realization, although it has been at the back of my mind for a while.
We went to Legoland with our homeschool group. I don't take my children to places like that very often, so I decided to go ahead and spent the massive amount of money for seven of us to attend - mainly because we were getting a group discount, which barely made if affordable. Later, Angel-Leah grabbed my cell phone and went through the pictures, and then hotly declared that the only people I took pictures of were Mary Susannah, Cynthia and Tommy.
"Mary Susannah and Cynthia confiscated my phone and took pictures of themselves!" I defended myself. "And the rest of you ran away, and Tommy was the only one who wanted to hang out with me!"
And it hit me how true that was. Even Selah, who is only a year older than Tommy, spent her time with big sister Angel-Leah. I think, though, Legoland was too big and too loud for Tommy to feel like Luke could take care of him. So he opted to spend the day with me.
We took selfies on the airplane that I had to peddle like mad to keep up in the air:
And I caught him in a picture while he was trying to catch criminals:
It was a long day, but very fun. As Tommy said once when he could barely talk: "Me (Tommy) and Mommy, on a team!"
Yesterday, we pulled up in the parking lot of our homeschool co op. I walked around the back of the car and opened the hatch. Big and little kids grabbed their things and ran off to the door, leaving me standing there alone - except for Tommy. He stood chattering away, waiting for me. I smiled at him and remembered Legoland. Me and Tommy, on a team. We walked into the church building together. Later, at lunchtime, my kids ran to find their friends, not acknowledging me at all, except for Tommy, who also ran to sit with his friends, except that he glanced back, just making sure mommy was there. And I was.
I guess what this mommy, who was been mothering for nearly 40 years and has 12 children, wants to leave with you this morning is just this:
They grow up. Even when you have 12 children, eventually, the time of having little ones is going to end. Those sleepless nights, those clingy days when you get nothing done except rocking the baby, the messy house, the diapers, the nursing...
It ends. They get married. They go to college. They might even move off to Viet Nam.
And all you have is the memories.
And no one left to take selfies on the airplane with. In fact, you don't even get on the airplane anymore - unless your grandchild wants you too. Which is good, too!
Enjoy them. It so fleeting.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Thursday, June 20, 2013
"Rocking" our babies
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
For babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
This morning, I was awake around 6. I got up for a few minutes and bushed my teeth and did a few other things, then settled back into bed to do my Bible reading on my nook. Wasn't long, though, before Tommy came creeping down the stairs. Still not quite 7 in the morning, he crawled in under the covers and burrowed into my body. Soft breathing told me he had fallen back asleep.
I laid there and held him for a few minutes, and contemplated my day. There were quite a few things I wanted to get done before I took my newly adopted daughters (well, okay, it's been a few months, and I have procrastinated terribly...), Cynthia and Selah, to the Social Security office in Cleburne to get their names changed on their SS cards. The more I thought about all there was to do, the more I wanted to get up. I was getting hot and sweaty laying there. I started to try and move my arms out from under my sleeping son. His eyes slowly opened and he looked up at me, then his eyelids drifted slowly closed again and he snuggled closer.
And I remembered this poem.
And I thought, "I'm 'rocking' my baby. All those things I need to do can wait." I tossed the covers off my hot body but left them on Tommy, and I settled in to enjoy holding my little guy a little longer, because I've been a mommy long enough to know the truth in the line "babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow."
We did finally leave the soft bed, and my day began in earnest. But I've thought about "rocking" our babies all day long. And I realize that the "rocking" should never end just because they have gotten too big to fit in our laps.
Tommy came to us a sick, sad little boy. One day shy of six months old when he moved in with us, I was his fourth mommy. He had attachment issues that we had to work through. He was a large baby and I'm a small mommy, but we could rock. And rock, we did, and it got us through those first few months, and helped us learn to love and trust each other:
Tommy wasn't the only baby I rocked. I've gone through a lot of rocking chairs in my 37 years of being a mother. I only wish I had more pictures on my computer to show them all...
Rocking carries on into the next generation, too. I always made up songs when I rocked my baby. Brillant song writer that I am, I sang lyrics such as, "Mommy loves her little baby. Mommy loves her little baby. Mommy loves her little baby. Oh how Mommy loves her baby."
Imagine my surprise as those first two babies grew up and had babies of their own, and one day, when baby number two, Celeste, was visiting, I heard her in the next room, rocking her baby and singing, "Mommy loves her little baby..."
"Hey, Celeste!" I called. "Where'd you learn THAT song??"
"Oh, mom!" she laughed. "It's just so mindless..."
Her babies grew up, too, and her oldest is leaving for college in a few weeks. Not much time left for 'rocking' now...
As I thought about rocking babies today, I thought: should our 'rocking' stop when they outgrow our laps? Just because they are big, does their need for 'rocking' stop?
I don't think so...
What are some ways we can 'rock' our older kids, even on up into the teen years, and beyond? Don't big kids need to feel love, too?
I remembered a lanky firstborn son who always waited until all his little brothers and sisters were in bed to come into my room and talk. He would pace and wave his arms as he told me the things he thought about during the day. I remember I would close the book I was reading to make sure my eyes did not travel back to the pages. He needed me to concentrate on what he was saying. It was my way of 'rocking' my big boy.
In fact, I remember another lanky teenage son who still laid on the end of my bed and listened as I read to his much younger siblings. And now that he is a grown man who lives only part time at our house, at the end of the day, when all the little ones are asleep, he comes to talk, too.
Angel-Leah, even at the age of nine and a good reader, wants to be read too. If I will read just a couple of chapters, it is the equivalent to 'rocking' her. Her love tank is filled up. Surely I can find time to do that for her?
Mary Susannah likes to stop at Starbucks. Other coffee shops won't do, there is something special about that one. A trip to the thrift shop where she can buy things for her hope chest are a thrill for her. I like to 'rock' her by doing that with her. I should do it more often. Maybe I will!
I only took Cynthia to the SS office today, and we stopped off at Braum's afterwards for ice cream. Just the two of us. And yes, I bought a large, the best way to 'rock' her!!
Take time, and 'rock' your babies.
Because they grow up, we've learned to our sorrow...
Yeah, there is always a goofball in the bunch...
In fact, sometimes there are a whole lot of goofballs...
But regardless, they grow up:
So quiet down, cobwebs, and dust go to sleep..
...while you lay in bed and cuddle a few more minutes, or make a trip to Starbucks, or read another book...
...because babies don't keep...
For babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
This morning, I was awake around 6. I got up for a few minutes and bushed my teeth and did a few other things, then settled back into bed to do my Bible reading on my nook. Wasn't long, though, before Tommy came creeping down the stairs. Still not quite 7 in the morning, he crawled in under the covers and burrowed into my body. Soft breathing told me he had fallen back asleep.
I laid there and held him for a few minutes, and contemplated my day. There were quite a few things I wanted to get done before I took my newly adopted daughters (well, okay, it's been a few months, and I have procrastinated terribly...), Cynthia and Selah, to the Social Security office in Cleburne to get their names changed on their SS cards. The more I thought about all there was to do, the more I wanted to get up. I was getting hot and sweaty laying there. I started to try and move my arms out from under my sleeping son. His eyes slowly opened and he looked up at me, then his eyelids drifted slowly closed again and he snuggled closer.
And I remembered this poem.
And I thought, "I'm 'rocking' my baby. All those things I need to do can wait." I tossed the covers off my hot body but left them on Tommy, and I settled in to enjoy holding my little guy a little longer, because I've been a mommy long enough to know the truth in the line "babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow."
We did finally leave the soft bed, and my day began in earnest. But I've thought about "rocking" our babies all day long. And I realize that the "rocking" should never end just because they have gotten too big to fit in our laps.
Tommy came to us a sick, sad little boy. One day shy of six months old when he moved in with us, I was his fourth mommy. He had attachment issues that we had to work through. He was a large baby and I'm a small mommy, but we could rock. And rock, we did, and it got us through those first few months, and helped us learn to love and trust each other:
Tommy wasn't the only baby I rocked. I've gone through a lot of rocking chairs in my 37 years of being a mother. I only wish I had more pictures on my computer to show them all...
Rocking carries on into the next generation, too. I always made up songs when I rocked my baby. Brillant song writer that I am, I sang lyrics such as, "Mommy loves her little baby. Mommy loves her little baby. Mommy loves her little baby. Oh how Mommy loves her baby."
Imagine my surprise as those first two babies grew up and had babies of their own, and one day, when baby number two, Celeste, was visiting, I heard her in the next room, rocking her baby and singing, "Mommy loves her little baby..."
"Hey, Celeste!" I called. "Where'd you learn THAT song??"
"Oh, mom!" she laughed. "It's just so mindless..."
Her babies grew up, too, and her oldest is leaving for college in a few weeks. Not much time left for 'rocking' now...
As I thought about rocking babies today, I thought: should our 'rocking' stop when they outgrow our laps? Just because they are big, does their need for 'rocking' stop?
I don't think so...
What are some ways we can 'rock' our older kids, even on up into the teen years, and beyond? Don't big kids need to feel love, too?
I remembered a lanky firstborn son who always waited until all his little brothers and sisters were in bed to come into my room and talk. He would pace and wave his arms as he told me the things he thought about during the day. I remember I would close the book I was reading to make sure my eyes did not travel back to the pages. He needed me to concentrate on what he was saying. It was my way of 'rocking' my big boy.
In fact, I remember another lanky teenage son who still laid on the end of my bed and listened as I read to his much younger siblings. And now that he is a grown man who lives only part time at our house, at the end of the day, when all the little ones are asleep, he comes to talk, too.
Angel-Leah, even at the age of nine and a good reader, wants to be read too. If I will read just a couple of chapters, it is the equivalent to 'rocking' her. Her love tank is filled up. Surely I can find time to do that for her?
Mary Susannah likes to stop at Starbucks. Other coffee shops won't do, there is something special about that one. A trip to the thrift shop where she can buy things for her hope chest are a thrill for her. I like to 'rock' her by doing that with her. I should do it more often. Maybe I will!
I only took Cynthia to the SS office today, and we stopped off at Braum's afterwards for ice cream. Just the two of us. And yes, I bought a large, the best way to 'rock' her!!
Take time, and 'rock' your babies.
Because they grow up, we've learned to our sorrow...
Yeah, there is always a goofball in the bunch...
In fact, sometimes there are a whole lot of goofballs...
But regardless, they grow up:
So quiet down, cobwebs, and dust go to sleep..
...while you lay in bed and cuddle a few more minutes, or make a trip to Starbucks, or read another book...
...because babies don't keep...
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Sisters
My daughter, Mary Susannah, wrote a beautiful tribute to her little sister Angel-Leah, on the day before Angel-Leah's ninth birthday!
Check it out, here:
http://suesuesstories.blogspot.com/2012/09/little-angel.html
Check it out, here:
http://suesuesstories.blogspot.com/2012/09/little-angel.html
Monday, February 21, 2011
Cute kids
We had another productive weekend! The goat I thought might just be chronically pregnant FINALLY gave birth to twins! A buck and a doe. And of course, we had to get pictures of my "kids" with the kids!
And this is about as cute as you can get, both of them! Except for the runny nose...
Angel-Leah and her goat are both smiling!
And Luke and his goat are both holloring...typical....
And grandson Beetle and his goat are both just being sweet and quiet!
And I'll end this with one more "cute kid" picture! You decide which one is cutest!
And this is about as cute as you can get, both of them! Except for the runny nose...
Angel-Leah and her goat are both smiling!
And Luke and his goat are both holloring...typical....
And grandson Beetle and his goat are both just being sweet and quiet!
And I'll end this with one more "cute kid" picture! You decide which one is cutest!
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