started off early. i got to hang out with my three favorite blondies in the whole wide world. we attempted to have a photo session, since they were all obsessed with my iphone. the middle one was a non-participator and instead played dead on the floor. we made the best of it anyway...
then it was off to see my other favorite family. they are old and mature and if i would have suggested that they all pile in my lap for a photo session they would have laughed at me, so i was civilized, kept the camera in the car and just settled for a visit. i digress. they were making fun of my hair anyway, because it was in a poof...
then to morrison lane. see that photo, that is not a very good example of the lane. sometimes bella (the pup) visits just to make us country folk feel like we are in the big city, LA for example, where dogs are little and wear clothes. on morrison lane, the dogs are in packs, one has three legs (we call him tripod, i was told) and they would laugh if we even attempted clothes, much less pink, for they are country dogs.
then i got to see that little red headed soul. bless him. he can dance, tell secrets, give biscuits, say "roy" and "hidoll" and "trampas" and all in all makes morrison lane that much more fun. and those three handsomes gathered around for his entertainment. they are my nephews that are big now, and that is just a shame. they are all taller than me, when did this happen? the musician, the athlete and the artist. i heart them. they are so different but love each other to death.
she was blond the last time i saw her. i am her hero, so she decided she wanted to be brunette like me. brunettes really do have more fun. she's soon to find out.
he loves secrets and he loves him. and together they entertained us all day yesterday. it's amazing how a baby can just make days better than the best.
then to morrison lane. see that photo, that is not a very good example of the lane. sometimes bella (the pup) visits just to make us country folk feel like we are in the big city, LA for example, where dogs are little and wear clothes. on morrison lane, the dogs are in packs, one has three legs (we call him tripod, i was told) and they would laugh if we even attempted clothes, much less pink, for they are country dogs.
then i got to see that little red headed soul. bless him. he can dance, tell secrets, give biscuits, say "roy" and "hidoll" and "trampas" and all in all makes morrison lane that much more fun. and those three handsomes gathered around for his entertainment. they are my nephews that are big now, and that is just a shame. they are all taller than me, when did this happen? the musician, the athlete and the artist. i heart them. they are so different but love each other to death.
she was blond the last time i saw her. i am her hero, so she decided she wanted to be brunette like me. brunettes really do have more fun. she's soon to find out.
he loves secrets and he loves him. and together they entertained us all day yesterday. it's amazing how a baby can just make days better than the best. 
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