food, crochet, merriment
Kinda funny–isn’t it–how tossing around that one funny-shaped ball can get into somebody’s blood?
I guess you could say that we start ’em young in these parts…on purpose.
All I know is that there’s something pretty darn cool about a three-year-old…
with a smokin’ hot spiral—just like his Uncle Dane’s.
I personally think the matching beanies help a lot…ha!
But if all this means that we have football to watch for a whole new generation…well then…
everyone’s happy at our place.
Some of you may not know this, but Grandmother Willow actually lives in our backyard.
No kidding.
I’ll tell you, she is one huge, unruly, ominous tree with disobedient branches scrawling clear across the yard.
Again, I’m not kidding.
Some of the limbs were so long and scary that we had to worry that in a good hard wind storm, we might have few fence casualties. Not OK.
There was nothing to do but to call for Lumberjack Dane.
Oh, he chopped and hacked and twisted and yanked…
and hacked and sawed and piled. That’ll teach the old girl to stay within the borders of Munchkin land and not wander off on forbidden paths.
At last, Grandmother Willow was subdued, but it was no small deal. In fact, it was back breaking work for the Lumberjack dude.
Luckily there was a comfy Bungie Chair with his name on it…
there were pretty little cheerleaders to watch and clap just at the right moment…
and Otter Pops…always, always…there are Otter Pops. What cannot be accomplished with such a combo, I ask you?
Next up…world domination.
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Look at this sweet baby…
sitting soooo still…getting her hair combed.
Oh, but she wouldn’t let mommy do it.
She wouldn’t let Grammy do it.
It positively, absolutely HAD to be…Uncle Dane.
And those big, old, football throwing hands worked hard—I’ll tell you–to get every hair to stay where they belonged.
And those same big, old hands had a heck of a time making the teeny tiny rubber bands behave properly.
He wasn’t very happy with the end result. Said Chompy looked “more like George Washington than our baby girl,” and that I “shouldn’t post pictures of such a silly thing.”
But you know I will, because, I say, whenever you find evidence of love like this–you should capture it—
and hold it close to your heart…as proof…
that no matter what happens in this life–deep down…
everything really will be all right.
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in the world this very minute?
A big, burly boy who will put together a backyard swing for his Momma…just because.
What’s right in your world this very minute?
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It all started with a little girl who wanted to play in her mommy’s scrap basket for bit. It was great fun making scarves and headbands and bracelets…for about 10 minutes.
Then a very strange thing happened.
No on saw it coming.
The silly boys came along…
and changed the game entirely.
How it went from sashes and bows…
to ninjas and bad guys…
is a complete mystery to me…although, I think, perhaps it had something to do with the bearded one.
Lucky for us, that in their quest for complete world domination–even He-Man and Mighty Mouse have room for…
a properly placed Wood Sprite.
Smart guys.
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