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{ Mothers }
“Let every mother realize that she has no greater blessing than the children which have come to her as a gift from the Almighty; That she has no greater mission than to rear them in light and truth, in understanding and love.”
Happy Mother’s Day my friends!
Lily’s Raspberry Slippers
“Grammy. My feet are cold you know.”
“Are they, Lil?”
“Yes, Grammy. And that’s why I need new slippers now because my feet are bigger and I don’t have them.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?”
“Yes we can, because I need some…
But can you make bows so they don’t fall off again?”
“Anything for you my darling.”
“Thanks, Grammy. Now my feet will be so warm.”
“As they should be little Lily. As they should be.”
Miss Chompy’s Little Man
Sometimes, little people have a strange adjustment to having a new little baby just appearing in the middle of their world. But not our Miss Chompy. Oh, my– how she loves her new baby brother.
She loves to watch his face and touch his toes and feel his hair with her chin and let his tiny fingers wrap around her oh-so-much-bigger ones.
Even when he’s fussy she seems to have figured out that it’s just what babies do sometimes. She pats him and says, “It’s going to be all right, little man.”
I’d say…better than all right.
It’s going to be perfect.
Mini Cookie Fest
Our girl, April brought the kids over and just happened to bring a few Easter cookies to decorate. A few, being enough for everybody to have…one. It was perfect.
A lovely adventure, with just enough frosting to go around nicely. No, I did not tell Mr. Beck to lick the knife like that–he came up with the idea on his own. Spooky.
Next, of course, it was time to add the sprinkles. Luckily, the shaker tops have teeny, tiny holes so that little hands can’t get too carried away.
But I guess it is possible to get quite a pile if you just shake long enough, which he apparently…did.
Sweet Miss Lily had a different idea.
All she wanted was the crystal sugar–in pink and purple. And everyone knows that you can never have enough pink and purple–even on a cookie. Or anywhere else for that matter.
It’s a color preference that this wise girl shares with her Grammy. Good form my dear. You’ll go far.
At last, Miss Chompy had her turn with the sparkles–and she didn’t want any help. Some things are best done alone you know. Just a girl, her thoughts and a cookie.
After all, it’s a special moment when you can help a lowly cookie reinvent itself into a work of art…a masterpiece, even.
Just before…
you wolf it down.
We gotta make more of these. One each just doesn’t cut it.
And I hear it’s not polite to wrestle goodies from the grasp of a 4 year old.Â
Well, how would I know that?
Sheesh.
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