Carry Me
A couple of days ago, a friend posted a picture on Facebook of herself standing in a puddle with her colorful rain boots on. Because my brain works in connect-the-dots fashion, it immediately thought of a time, years ago, when my oldest daughter, then about ten, was in a pair of black wellies. We were exploring a piece of property we'd just purchased, and on it was a sizeable pond. Both of our girls were stomping around in their "mud boots" because it had been a little wet, and because of assorted creepy-crawly critters that slithered about out there. When Maddie came up to the pond, she stepped onto what looked like a muddy shore line to get a better look at some creature....
Real Understanding
The other day, when I told Lilli I was heading out for my haircut, she wasn't all that pleased. After I was gone, my daughter said that before too long, she'd gotten her blanket and posse of bedtime pals, and announced that she didn't feel well. When asked what was wrong, she said this: Only Mimmie understands me. Oh my. While I won't be praying her to a sparkling Hollywood career anytime soon, if the good Lord should decide that's going to be her path anyway, the movie people won't be getting anyone short on dramatic talent. Isn't it interesting that, even at 2, we long for understanding? It seems we are born needing to be understood completely for who we are. All through our lives...
Over and Over
I had the incredible treat, yesterday, of getting my hair done by my old stylist from when I lived here a few years ago. I've really missed her, and on top of just doing a great job on my hair, we have similar heartbeats when it comes to living life. It was a pleasure to be in her chair again. While the color was doing its magic on my glistening roots, I made a trip to the bathroom, and looked up to see one of those framed hair model shots you often see in salons. The model was beautiful, and had down-turned eyes, making the focus more on her hair, but there was something that seemed so familiar about her. Then I realized it was her cute nose. I knew that nose! I actually walked...
You Just Never Know
On the morning of April 1st, I logged on to Google Analytics. If you're not a blogger, this is something you can hook up to your blog that tracks blog information. Big time bloggers, and those who monetize their blogs, use it to track their numbers, but for the small-timer, hobby-bloggers like me, it's just interesting. Anyway, when I logged on that morning, it said that, at that exact moment (they have a real-time feature) there were 41 people reading my blog from the International Space Station! Naturally, I was stunned. When I clicked to see what page they were reading (curious minds want to know), it showed the page as "April Fools!" Ha! Seems the geeky folk at Google were...
Wandering Eyes
Our new little man sometimes has an issue with eye control. He'll be staring right at you, then suddenly one or both of his eyes will wander, usually to the inner corner, leaving him cross-eyed. Certainly, this is very normal for newborns. Everything is still working the kinks out and the eyes are no exception. This morning, though, I was watching him do it, while thinking about something his oldest sister had told me last night. She was reading a book to me, which had a character in it named Keira. She had trouble sounding it out, and I told her it was "Kee-ra." She said, "Oh! Like Shakira, the singer!" When I told her she was right, she launched into a very animated conversation...