Pigeons, Raccoons, Bats (& Waldo) ...Oh My!

I guess we'll start with "Waldo"... Wheeerrre's Waldo? Remember each pic can be made much larger by clicking on it... wait, ...uhhmm.. I don't know that I want you to do that because there is NO telling WHAT may be lurking on the floor or in the background. Not that I have seen anything, but.. still... one never knows.
Okay, back to Mr. C.. 'Waldo'. I was sitting and folding clothes (yes, mom, I know how to do that) and Mr. C was talking away, then resting his head, and talking and resting... then sleep! Glorious sleep! After getting the camera, I actually laid down for 12 minutes before he woke up.

"Mr. C" with his adorable smile...

And pigeons... we have a flock (is it "flock" for pigeons?) anyway, a grouping of about 9-12 pigeons that have come to our pasture for about a week or so now. As my taller half says, "As long as they're not in the barn". Ain't THAT the truth... very messy, that ONE, that disappeared.

We have our own cat girl... No, on second thought rather, Pretty Kitty.

This critter... varmint... was finally nabbed. "Varmint" because for at least a week, he (or she?) was getting into our cat food container in our garage -despite trying to store the container in various ways at various heights.

And the hummers are back...

with a vengeance...

Candid was the camera...

During 'quite-time', Miss E decided to pick apart a basket (that contains only a portion of her stuffed animals), so she could "make a nest" for the bat.

[if the walls look blank behind her, it's because she picked off all of the humming bird, dragonfly, & butterfly appliques that were up]...

The loves of my life...

Here's looking at you!

We don't always sit down at the dinner table to eat...

Sometimes it's lunch in the shop... because WHO wants to come in from playing to eat?!?
No one here (well except the little guy in the stroller may prefer his boob while cuddled in a soft chair).
Sometimes it's lunch "like a picnic" on the living room floor on the picnic blanket, of course (with animals lined up watching)...

And sometimes it's breakfast on the porch...

...with a view that's priceless.

We're blessed.

He's a Breast Man...

....ughhhh, to say the least. I have tried getting this boy to eat SOMEthing other than ...nursing off of momma (ughh again).
FINALLY have him doing half/half breastmilk/formula once, say, every other day to keep him used to a bottle (boy, that was an ordeal). Although I do plan to breast feed for at least a year (did my daughter for 14 months)... I would still like him to be versatile enough to take straight formula.
ANNNND being almost 6 months old and HUGE, I have been trying to get him to eat; cereal with formula, cereal with breast milk, tried baby food (peaches) yesterday. This boy just wants to suck... will not do food. I know, I know, in time...
I'M READY NOW!
:-)

Our Sentiments...

(pic is of our flags by our front gate)

....and, I believe, the sentiments of our forefathers.

Happy birthday America.

Something Might be Wrong with Me...

....because this morning, while changing my 5 month old son's diapers, I said, "What a cute little package you have!".
It was. He was cold (apparently) and all had about disappeared and shriveled (poor little guy)... but it was cute.
Ok, call the authorities.
:-~

Waaaaa-waaa....

(sniff-sniff)... okay, my mom is here and we ...actually, she is going through Miss E's clothes and Mr. C's clothes for all clothes that are too small.
SHE is is doing the initial "going through" because I am aware of my sentimental weakness. You see, I want to keep some clothes for/from each so a Memory Quilt can be made....
BUT I MUST TELL MYSELF THAT I CANNOT KEEP EVERYTHING.
:-(
Yesterday is gone.
Damn Father time is in too good of shape... he could slow down a BIT, you know!

Hippity Hoppity Happenings... & other stuff in pics

Well, here's the latest...
although some of the "latest" is about a month old. Mr. C is growing like a weed during a wet spring. Was over 2 feet tall at his 2 month appointment.
Miss E is a thoughtful big sister that will tell you if you're doing it wrong.
Hmmm... wonder what the future holds for us.
:-)
We had several 'bunnies' around at Easter time...

and another bunny~ Hub-Bunny...

Miss E bunny...

Mr. C: "What's all the funny bunny business?!?"...

and holding a bunny...

Cute as a bunny...

A "The End" to the bunny festivities for this year...

A cutie that found his thumb...

Am still getting used to saying "kids" ...we have kidS ! ...adorable ones at that.. and nooo, I don't think I'm biased.

~ :-)

Life Lately ... in no particular order

Yummmm!

GRAND Dames...
Little Handsome...

and again...

and again. What a smile~

A dancing, we are...

and again...

(she slips in our closet while getting ready for bath and repeatedly gets these "wedding shoes").

Little Handsome's daddy, Mr. Handsome (off to a meeting)

A blessing seated ~ aka momma BZ (baby zapper)

How do we spell 'Ahyy-yi-yi'...

How sweet...

And Creative too... took a tank shirt of mine and turned it into a halter dress... and again, those shoes.

My blessings (and sleep stealers)...

Giving a little "nose-nose"...

A wistful gypsy...

Golieths Lil Diamond Smidgen
"Smidgen"
3/29/2002 ~ 3/1/2010

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Rudyard Kipling