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Showing posts with label she insists that she can hear her hair turning grey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label she insists that she can hear her hair turning grey. Show all posts

Sunday, June 02, 2013

Yesterday Was My 55th Birthday!

 Here are just a few pictures from my birthday party!  There were grandkids and balloons!
 There was food, and family!

 There was croquet, and crazy games of tag!

There were prizes!

 And fun kinds of pop!
There was also HOME MADE blue moon ice cream, my all time favorite ice cream, made by Oldest Son.
A good time was had by me.  I think a good time was also had by all, but seeings how it was my birthday and all that I am happy to report that I had a good time!
And now, sadly, vacation week has come to an end.  I'll have many more pictures to post, if I ever get around to sort, crop, and alter the hundreds upon hundreds of pictures that I took.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Feintsje is soon going to be scaling the gate.
I am not ready for that to happen.

But then he doesn't really care if I'm ready or not.

Seriously.  I can actually HEAR my hair turning grayer.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Nearly Fearless Famke

Famke has such an innocent look about her.


Today she seemed afraid of something, and kept approaching me with uplifted hands saying "Up!" Of course, that all ended when I picked up Kado and proceeded to feed him his bottle. THEN all fear was pushed aside as she ascended the steps, then stopped at the very top to turn around.




She also thought it was great sport to stick her limbs through the rails. Notice that I am MUCH closer in THESE pictures.
That happened after she removed her sweater, and as Jonge tried to get her to put it back on she kept inching closer to the top of the steps in her desire to avoid him by backing up.






What is it with two year olds and their great fear of dead bugs, but NO FEAR at all to balancing precariously on high things?





Today, I could actually HEAR what is left of my hair turning grey.