Missing Link Found!

A while back I noted some interesting similarities between Stacy and her Grandmother Ann. I thought it odd how some characteristics had jumped a generation.

Now, of course, I see that they haven't.

Tap Twins and Ballet Buddies

L and her friend Justine are taking a ballet/tap class together. The met a year or two ago in a Mommy & Me class and have been classmates ever since.

The class runs 45 minutes with a few minutes of ballet and a few minutes of tap, though to the untrained eye, it may appear to be more like 45 minutes of random flailings.

It's always smart to do a buddy shoe check before venturing out.

A scene from Tchaikovsky's slightly less successful ballet, Bull Lake.

My Fair Lady vs. Pig-manly-man

L recently reached a new pinnacle of radiant adornment with a mere dab or two of nail polish. In an instant our little Eliza Doolittle was transformed from common gutter snipe to societal superstar.

"The glows of rose stay mainly on the toes."

Of course our son N wanted in on the action, too. He was suffered a tiny dab on one toenail. It seemed to meet his needs.

Daddy Does Diapers Right

It's nice to know I can still impress my children. I took a solo trip after church to our neighborhood "Tar-zjay" for various fashionable sundries. L met me at the door on my return and saw me bringing in the goods.

"Daddy! You got diapers! Good job, Daddy!"

She then ran off into the house, "Children, Daddy's home. Come give him hugs."

A Rocky Mountain "Hi!"

L and N had one of their perennial "special treats" last weekend. We got to host our old friends the Sams family for a couple of days on their California excursion from the rarefied air of the Colorado Rockies.

It was a little scary to see how much Zeke had grown, and this was our first time seeing twins Lucy and Dot. All five kids were bouncing off the walls all weekend. (Often quite literally. Poor Lucy and Dot seemed to have an affinity for that wall behind them.)

I think both Zeke and N were somewhat stunned and awed to find another boy to play with - they both tend to live their lives in a flurry of females.





L got to have some baby holding practice (Hmmm... drooling, bib, light lashes,... that's Dot!)

How is it that in two full days of non-stop shutter action no one managed to get a single picture of Kelsey or Stacy? Probably because they were off changing a diaper, wiping a runny nose, or chopping up tofu for somebody's lunch. It is truly the moms who suffer the most in this world. (Though I firmly believe Stacy brings it on herself justly for the cruel insistence on feeding our kids tofu.)

A Whale of a Laundry Tale

L scampered into our room at some point last night and ended up sleeping in bed with us. She awoke as I was getting ready for work. Suddenly she whispered very intently to me from my bed. "Daddy! What is that?" She was pointing to the overstuffed hamper at the end of the hall.

"It's a towel and some socks," I replied.

"Oh," said L, "I thought it was a blueberry (a.k.a. "blubbery") whale and the socks were big teeth. I was very scary."

Horses and Hematomas

It was a pretty evening tonight, so L decided to take her horse for a walk.










No one can say she isn't determined...

Meanwhile N decided to take a faceplant right in the middle of the driveway. If scars add character, this kid's got it made. I'm sure L will be telling everyone he stood right behind her horse and spooked it.