Lightening My Mood

Ava and Gigi

I love this little pudgy thing… and she loves that little wrinkly thing beside her.  We have great fun.  And all I have to do is look at this picture to be filled with that warm, fuzzy feeling.

Maddy and me

This is another picture that brings me joy.  I have the most beautiful niece, inside and out.  She had some fantastic pictures made, but I can’t put them on here yet.  Just wait!!

Kate, the princess, all tied up

Kate is the Queen of Pretend.  She has taught her little sister all the idiosyncrasies of great pretend play.  I can only imagine what a great actress she would be.

Maci... growing up

Maci, aka the Screamer, is growing up waaaay too fast.  She had enough hair to braid when she was born, and now it is way down her back.  Even though we tease about her bossiness and her, um, loudness, she gets it from her father as did Owen.  (He outgrew it and we think she will, too.)

Owen and his new bike

Owen is such a treat.  He is growing up into the sweetest, most thoughtful little guy.  Except, of course, when he is terrorizing his sister, Maci.

Henry and Charlotte Ann... with Momma

And these two full-of-energy pumpkins are the friendliest little boogers around.  Henry would probably have tried to ride alone if Momma would let him.  They are both independent!

Jack and Sam Christmas 2011

Last, but no where least, are these two hunks of burning love or energy or mischief.  They are the great explorers, always gifted with super powers if the need arises, always finding some great treasure.

And they are all my great treasures.  I have to do no more than peruse their pictures to have sweet thoughts and memories come flooding in and washing away any downcast moments.

I so love these guys and gals.

Gypsy Parade

three budding gypsies

This past winter the girls and I were gypsies.  Kate loves pretending to be, well, just about anything.  And, of course, do I.  Ava will follow suit even though sometimes she refuses to wear our “designs” for play.  She’s usually rather stoic, looking at us like we are fools, with her solemn little eyes.  I can just hear those thoughts now. “Please don’t tell me you expect me to put that thing on my head!”  Although recently she has begun to enjoy pretending with us.

We traipse around town, the three of us; me pushing Ava in the stroller; Kate driving her pink Barbie car… her decorated pink Barbie car.  She usually has riders along for the ride as well.

passengers ready for a ride

I have on the worst clothes in my closet (usually short shorts that highlight my nasty thighs and a cami with stains) because we never decide to go for the ride/walk until we are outside in the middle of it, a block away from appropriate clothes before I realize I wouldn’t be caught dead in the clothes I am traipsing all over town in!  The gypsy parade:  Me in the what-kind-of-get-up-is-that, Kate in God-alone-only-knows-what-she’s-come-up-with, and Ava stained from lunch and dirty from playing; me pushing the stroller that Ava sits in with a drink in hand, doll or stuffed animal squeezed beside her with periodic yielding as I take my foot and push the back of the car that Kate has run off the sidewalk road because she is gawking at something along the route; me in flipflops with the other two gypsies barefoot.

Maybe we should call this the Redneck Gypsy Parade.