My Girl.

So.  Apparently she seems to be growing up. 

This does not look like the baby I brought home with me three-and-something years ago. 

Because that baby would not have had chucks on and been playing on my iPhone. 

Geesh.

Bring me a drink.

OK GO.

Two things.

1. Henry tackles a milestone. 

       2. Stella finds a new love.

Sweet Amor.

This week has been all about love.

Which reminds me a few things, in no particular order, that make my heart go pitter-patter.

Blink.

Stella:  "Mom, can I use my facepaints?"
Me: "Sure. Here they are. I have to use the restroom.  I'll be right back."

20 + 20

A lovely evening with our lovely friends.  So, so lucky to have these folks in our lives.

Here's to the next 40, M&M.

The Hop.

I can't seem to get enough of this 50's fella. 

Johnny B. Good

Later on...when he's older...he'll kick my arse for posting this.

But for now...

A little pre-funk before the sock hop at his school last night.

Go Johnny.

Go.

Go.

More Thoughts.

Of spring. And other stuff.

A Step Ahead.

Thinking about Spring today.

One Fine Day.

Sometimes...all kinds of fine things can happen in 24 hours. 

Like.

You get to wear your scout uniform.

To SCHOOL.

Patches and all.

And you get to play at the gym.

Bouncing, flipping, dancing.

And having a very fine time.

Just Cuz.

Day 4.

Yep. So we're 96 hours into bad roads, bad weather and casa-confinement.

And I believe if we looked up cabin fever in Dave's 30 year-old Webster, we'd find something along these lines.

So, Emerald City, we'll take the rain now.

Without complaint.

Well.

Possibly without complaint.