The “Daddy Girl”

I came out of the laundry room one day long ago, to find my, then, 2-1/2 year old dressed in her dad’s shirt. She pretended for a good hour that she was the “daddy girl.” She got a bowl and acted like she was eating cereal at the table. Then she sat on the floor and read the paper. The best part was when she climbed up to the desk to “do daddy work.” That consisted of writing dozens of numbers on a tiny pieces of paper and putting them in envelopes. She said she was “writing money.”  What a great profession.

At last, she informed me that she had to drive to McDonald’s, so, she got up in the big chair and rocked back and forth and back and forth until she came pretty close to warp speed.  So many hysterical parallels–to our real life and she picked up on them so young. No secrets from this kid.

Personally, I was impressed that she got the shirt buttons right!

You Just Can’t Tell

When somebody is gone for two whole years–it’s hard to say what you’ve missed the most–about them–in that time. Was it their smile?

Their laughter at the dinner table?

Their love for all the babies?

Their happy attitude?

Or just their sweet face?

Sure…sure…it’s all of that and a hundred times more, but this afternoon, I do believe I’ve found one thing pretty darn close to the top of that list.

Welcome back boys playing football in the backyard.

It’s been far too long.

Welcome back…indeed.

Our Very Favorite Day

I can’t actually tell you why we do it.

Throwing blankets out along the curb on Center Street—days before the Summerfest even begins–

to save OUR spot along the parade route…

as though our lives depended on us keeping our yearly place…

does seem kinda nuts sometimes…

especially when you think…

heck–it’s only a parade…

with the regular horses…

decorated floats…

silly clown cars…

pretty girls…

and smiling babies.

But there seems to be more to this silly thing we do than just the carnival food…

and the lovely men in kilts.

I think it’s the warm, cozy, playing, laughing, eating, gathering family sort of thing, that makes us all feel so happy, so contented…

so very blessed…

that the only appropriate ending to such a day…

would be fireworks.

This Very Weekend…

I ate some amazing Chocolate Caramel Cookies

…and played with a pretty little baby doll…

and drank a peach smoothie…

and shared some with a little puddin’ head…

and read some more scary stuff…

and marveled at the love of fine literature around here…

and studied a ladybug…

and tried to get organized at last and once and for all…

so that we can gladly do it all again…

next week.

Dino-Nugget

This moment~

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for us.

Happy Weekend everyone!