Little Lyla lives her soft, fluffy life…
as if everyone is just waiting to take her picture.
Probably because we are.
Those Balloons Again
Every year, on the 4th of July, we wake up at the crack of dawn.
And every year, on the 4th of July when we wake up at the crack of dawn…
I, without fail, think to myself…
“what on EARTH are we doing?!! And…
…why on EARTH are we doing it?!”
But also, without fail, as we drive down to the park and start to see all the familiar things…
the balloons…
the foooooood…
the people…
the sleepy people,
the fascinated people…
the happy-to-be-here people…
the loving people…
I am once again reminded why it is that we do this…
all of this. It’s because we will take…
all the opportunities that we can…
to pull all these sweet, dear people together…
to remind each of us of everything there is to be grateful for…
so that we never, ever forget.
Happy 4th of July my friends.
Chili’s Babies–That Dreadful Day
Look at these sweet little babies!! All grown up and ready for their new homes. Not particularly my favorite time, I admit.
This picture is missing the dark kitty because she wouldn’t sit still with her siblings.
This one we call “toes” because…
she has one striped toe!
The grandkids call this sweetie “Flint.” She’s the fluffy one.
This is “Spot,” because she has a spot by her nose and one by her eye.
And last but not least, we have “Tigerface.” I’ve posted my babies to my friends on Facebook, so I’m supposing they will be gone very quickly.
I’m being very brave right now.
Deep breath. Deep breath.
My Sweethearts
I positively LOVE this phase of the kitty-ness!
You know that place where they’re eyes are open…
and they’re starting to prance around a bit…
but they’re not quite climbing the curtains yet.
THAT phase almost makes it easier to give them away.
Almost.
But not really.
Pocket Parakeet
Magoo came to me the other day with two little balls of yarn–one green and one pink. He said, “Grammy, what can we make with these?”
Knowing that this fellow loves birds–parakeets in particular, I said, “It looks like just the right amount to make a little bird. He liked the idea.
I wanted to give the little guy green wings but oooooh, I ran out of green yarn and only had enough to edge them. Also, the pattern I found didn’t have a tail–whaaaat?! So I had to make one up.
It’s a tiny little thing. Just right for a bird loving boy’s pocket.
Love you, Magoo.
