Monday, August 18, 2014

Over It? Hardly

This boy is just the sweetest chunk of sugar ever. I keep thinking he'll just be another baby and I'll get over the wonder of him, but it  ain't happening.
I could listen to him giggle all day long.
Huh, Gramerly, are you talking to me?
 Wait, don't get me started.
 Squeal, giggle, giggle (sounding just like a wee goat).  I am so tickled I can hardly stand myself.
 He still makes me cry.  I am just so smitten with the wonder of how difficult his entry into this world, his transformation with the loving attention he gets, all of this smiley boy.

Speaking of not getting over it, this toy has never lost its allure.  I bought this when mine were small and it is still beloved.

Giddy-Up wanted to haul it home with him, but I managed to convince him it better stay here.
Love me some precious boys.

Friday, August 15, 2014


No, it isn't snowing in Southern Indiana and in light of all the sad, horrendous news in the headlines, you might find today's post laughable.
I get that.
But, to more than a dozen Playdaters and one Gramerly and Pap, it is sad news indeed.

At 5:00 pm Cluckingham Palace confirmed that Snow White was found dead on the coop floor.
There was no sign of foul play and so it is believed she died of natural causes at the old age of five years.

Do you see her there in our very first batch of chickens?  She is the one in the bottom left corner.
 She is an Andalusion, and she was supposed to be blue.   I ordered three. Two of them did turn out to be blue.
 Snowy was certainly the odd girl out and our only white chicken to date.  Her  funny comb hadn't grown all the way in the above picture, but once it started, it grew and grew.

Until it eventually fell over her head.

She never got as big as the other girls either, but she was a faithful layer of white eggs.
We loved her so. She was so small, and sweet with her goofy comb, and a gimpy toe.  She was probably the most held chicken of our flock. Everyone knew Snowy.
Of late she was only able to get out of the chicken yard if we held the gate open for her. That was the only sign of change.  She would come cooing to the Handy Man at the end of the day to let her back in. We are relieved that she didn't linger miserably like so many old gals do.  I guess I thought she'd go on forever, so it was a bit of shock.
What a faithful provider she's been these many years.  We will miss our Snowy Girl.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Big Ten

Before the next Playdate is upon us, I  will catch-up to the last one, on Bean's 10th birthday.  I don't know how in the world he could be ten.  It is so neat to get to watch the process again with the littlest boys, but Bean, he keeps moving on.
Lighting a fire with matches is old news, but can he do it with a magnifying glass?
 Not bad for his first try. He got smoke, but no fire.  We agreed that he would could have gotten there if he cared to sit there not moving for awhile longer, but alas, there were cousins calling his name.
You can see the burned lint, which he saved.
 Ooooh, snakes.
 Um, excuse me, but can I have a bite of that hotdog?  Marshmallow?  Nothing?
 Happy birthday my handsome, creative, bright, grand boy.  Still my delight.

 Here we are photo bombing Ol' Henry and Gideon's picture- crazy kids.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

A Low Population Playdate

A week ago Saturday I played with poopies all day.  In a most rare turn of events, Rae let Mr. Smiley spend the day while she had an all day meeting. It was so much fun having him all to myself all morning.

 I had an appointment to get this wild mess on my head tamed some. Pappy met me there to lovey up the boy while I was getting some serious summer fuzzies whacked off. He was enthralled with the beauty shop.

 I went by moms so she could get a little squeeze.

 About five I exchanged my sweet boy for Bean and Bugg.  One day this summer I spent an afternoon with Ol' Mother Hubbard and the kidlets and I tried to see how many things we could make with biscuits.  We made pizza, monkey bread and garlic cheesy rolls.
Missy Bugg loves to cook, so I made monkey bread and garlic cheesy rolls with her and Bean as well.

 That week I received a fun package in the mail from a grandma I've met through blogging- KC
 Someone she knows wrote a book about a little red head and she sweetly thought of my little red head.
Bugg and I read it together.  The illustrations are so adorable.
We could certainly make a connection to this page, since my little girlies spend half their time in wedding garb and some of the boys too.

I let Bugg take the book before writing down the pertinent information. Sarah was in the book's title and was also the author's name.  Perhaps KC will jog my memory in a comment.
Thanks so much for thinking of us.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Thinking of Miss Kaye on her Special Day

Five Sisters,
How blessed are we
to find such love in  family

 Five Sisters
To cry, fuss, love, share
Know the other one is there

Five Sisters
Though from one we had to part,
She’s still right here, inside our heart.

Five Sisters,
Each a gift, I dearly love,
A special treasure from above

Friday, August 1, 2014

Back At It

Ahhhh, Friday.  First week of school down. Already behind on everything else.
So let's wrap up that last Playdate, finally.  Mr. Smiley thought it was time to venture down to the creek

He was as smitten with all the poopies flitting about and the breeze and leaves and the water as the rest of his cousins have been.

I've never known that mulberry to produce as long as it did this year.  This little missy never got her fill.

From quite a cutie to a stunning beauty.

Missy Toddles turned six months, so it was time for her tub pictures.  She loved splashing and entertaining us with her sparkling eyes and darling dimples and dancing eyes.

 So ends our long summer Playdates of 2014.  Miss Glitzy and I are already missing them.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Take a Break

 Each Playdate includes story hour, with a snack.  I have a bucket type thing with an airlock lid where fruit chews, SlimJims, cookies, etc. are stored.  Sometimes we veer off the snack bucket path for a special treat. Ceece brought cookie dough and little plastic critters to press in the dough to make our own fossils.
Our little Westerly Wind did not think pressing critters was nearly as fun as eating cookie dough, though it was an interesting concept.


 I'm able to  purchase this parchment like paper in a huge box from the school's food service. I use that stuff for everything.  When baking, just write their name in the corner and Giddy-up is sure to get this gigantic cookie/fossil that is as big as his head that he made for himself.  Dee-wish-us!
 Even a sweet smiley boy likes a little blanket time.  This grin says, "Finally, those people have left me alone for a minute."
Sometimes you just take a break when you can get one.

In addition to the swing's cardboard boxes, the mulch to go under the swing was a pretty exciting place to play as well.
Before the day was through, this pile looked like it had sprouted heads as they buried each other up to their chins.

Hmm, nearly through that last Playdate.  Maybe I'll get 'er done before the next one, in which we will start the school condensed version Playdates.