Happy 8th Birthday Keni!
Mackenzie Danae
Organizer.
Sneeker.
Collector.
Helper.
Wonder seeker.
I am grateful to my Heavenly Father for the privilege of being chosen to watch you grow. In grace, in beauty and in God.
Happy Birthday, sweetie lil Keni girl.
Summer Nights.
4 Days into July.
8 Barefoot Kids.
1 Blanket.
8 Corndogs.
2 Gyros.
1 Bucket of fries.
6 Skeeter Bites.
1 Can of Bug Repellent.
3 Trips to the Game Booth.
4 Missing Teeth of a Fair Worker.
8 Prizes.
1 Trip to Port-a-jon.
45 Minutes of Fireworks.
5 Miles of Backed Up Traffic.
And this is my favorite holiday.
Oh, humidity… how I missed thee.
After a long hard day of sitting and sweating in the moist air of Ohio. I like to sit down and shoot some pics with my new d80. Did I mention that to anyone yet? Yeah, a d80.
I know. I know.
Here is Reggie, playing sprinkler hopscotch. In a tummy exposing tankini. Avert your eyes.
What I Love About Summer.
#3. Rope Swings. (Picture taken by Mackenzie.)
Hello. Goodbye.
Hello, chalk on the sidewalk.
Goodbye, number two pencil.
Hello, picnics on the grass.
Goodbye, lukewarm lunches on foam trays.
Hello, summer.
It’s been a while.
Goodbye, Champion Public Schools.
See you in 92 days.
Hey, Big Fella.
Someone found their sisters dress up make up. Hmm. What a natural beauty, huh?
The more you toot.
So, the other day, Alina, my oldest lil gal had a spring band concert.
Her and all her fellow band geeks put on a 7 song show for the community. And it was really good! 9 months ago, Alina had never even picked up an instrument. And the first time she tried to use her flute, she couldn’t even get one note to come out. And the same went for all the other kids up there with her. And i must say, they all sounded fantastic.
Even Reese was getting into all the groovy tunes. She was dancing around. Clapping her chubby hands to the beat. And shakin that diaper tushie. Occasionally, Reese would shout out,” Yeah, Lina! Woo!” Then everyone turned around and gave us disapproving looks. (Which we ignored.) It was a fun nite all around.
It’s so weird and wonderful watching the growth of my oldest child. I am continually proud of her. And her tooting ability.
This is the day.
(God made today. Let’s Celebrate! Ps. 118:24).
When was the last time you were THIS happy? For no reason.
Nobody gave her money. Or a new toy. She doesn’t have a new boyfriend.
Look at her face. Pure joy!
When I see my children, I am reminded that God wants us to be like little kids.
God, help me to be like a little child.
Wild Kingdom.
Marvel, if you will the quiet strength of the Champion Grass Diver. Known widely for it’s ability to hide from parental figures in heaps of grass clippings. Take note of the large optical units for protection from it’s hiding place. Also notice, the animal print headgear, for, well… for looking pretty darn cute. Try to resist it’s hilarity. I dare say, one cannot.
