River Bling

Look at the sparkly stuff on the river.  It looks like Lydia's shoes.   Maybe it's actually some kind of disgusting insects, but as long as they keep sparkling down there and not flying in my mouth/up my nostrils/into my eyelids, I like them.

And this picture is for Tate.  Who loves to go for a walk to the "fridge".

Random Pictures

Sometimes little people visit me and I have to take their picture.

 Sometimes I have to take it really fast or they disappear.  

But sometimes they stop long enough to show me a funny face.

Sometimes they stop to study the neighbors' strange toys.  Or is it the strange neighbors' toys.

But then they have to be off again.

But not before they say "hey, there's a house for sale across the street.  Sure wish we would buy it."

T-Ball, The Next Generation

  
 Gotta love T-ball.  You've got your players,

Your fans,

your coaches,

And your wanna be players.

Maybe next year kid.

T-Ball is the Best.

Dear Deer:

It seems you, Mr Deer & Friends, have developed a taste for everything in my garden.  I don't like you.  I have never liked you.  And look what happened to your friends last year.  I'm just sayin. . .

A Day In The Life

Avery has no use for seat belts.  Except right after this shot I had to pick her up off the cement and apply direct pressure to her lip.  No worries, she's fine.  Then, if I hadn't been so busy saying a bad word, I would have taken a picture of my glasses sitting at the bottom of the toilet.  I was unclogging it (I'm blaming Tate) when they slipped off their secure hanging spot on my sweater and joined the swirling water disappearing to wherever toilet water goes.    Looking forward to the BEACH.

WHY I CAN NOW DIE HAPPY

Is it because I got a shiny new laptop?  Nope.  Is it because I got to spend the week-end playing with cute little people like these?  Of course that was great, but nope.  Is it because I figured out that my new photo printer is not broken, you just have to know that when you put the paper in backwards the ink runs all over and stains your fingers and desk when you touch it and it never dries?  (Sorry, Cannon tech guy.)  Now, as Tate would say:  TA DAH:  I can now die happy because my husband of 36 years+  PLAYED SPEED SCRABBLE with me.  Granted, he didn't exactly play without some spousal urging and didn't completely conform to the rules but at least he didn't try to win with words like "SUD".  ('There was a "sud" bubble on my finger.'  NO, there can never be a "sud" bubble on anyone's finger. 

Sweet Baby Ian's Day

The star of the Day

This is Tyler and Ashley practicing their mean parents of now three children looks.

 

Why is it when I announce "time for family pictures" everyone hears "time for your very painful booster shots" and runs in the opposite direction?