little love

Sometimes, my heart just breaks when I look at my girls. They are spectacular! I often fear that I am wrecking them. I wish that I could move my family to the moon to keep them safe from everything that could harm them. Love is a funny thing.

are you there? can you hear me?

Yaya has taken to shouting at the world. She is not subtle. For example, tonight she trotted her little footy-jammied self out to the middle of our lawn. She spread her arms wide and shouted at the Easter Bunny.

"Easter Bunny! EEEEEEEAster BUNYYYYYYYY! Why don't you ever let me see you? Where are you. Come out right now. Come out and see me. I want to meet you!"

She is shouting at the top of her lungs.

In her jammies.

Outside.


Her sister, Noni, walked outside to try to talk her down.

"Yaya. That's not the way it works."

"But I am asking nicely. HEY! BUNNY. GET OUT HERE. YOU SHOULD LISTEN THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE ASKES YOU TO DO SOMETHING!"

"Yaya. We're not supposed to see the Easter Bunny. It's kind of the rule."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh."

(Pause)

"Do you think the Easter Bunny will still come to our house?"

"Yep."

(Pause)

"'K. Let's get a snack."

Two nights ago, Yaya was shouting out the window to God. It was too cold. She wanted him to do something. He should listen the first time.

Can you imagine what the neighbors are thinking?

VIA @ DI

Our very smart, very talented, very funny girl!

This is our dear, dear friend Patrice. The Littles have been taught to ask adults what they would like the children to call them, ie Mrs. Byrd or Margaret. Patrice said that they could call her Miss Patrice. However, they were too little at the time to say those words together. They call her Matisse. Which is perfect, because she's an art teacher. And our favorite adopted aunt!
Matisse and Noni are best of friends. I think they might be cut from the same cloth. They can laugh about life so easily. Laughter and painting. What more could a girl ask for?
I love them both very much! One if family that I chose and the other is family that was born from love!

yuck

Poor Daddyman woke up this morning and said, "I think I might be getting sick again." I burst into tears and shouted, "That is simply not an option so get over it RIGHT NOW!"

I think that he feels better.

I love this illustration. It totally "illustrates" how I am feeling right now! See the bindings that are wrapped tightly around her poor, little body? See the buldging brain and eyes that are straining to focus? That's me! Pokey pony tails and all.


o·ver·whelm (vr-hwlm, -wlm)
tr.v. o·ver·whelmed, o·ver·whelm·ing, o·ver·whelms

b. To affect deeply in mind or emotion: My life overwhelmed me - and not in a good "Oh, you shouldn't have brought me so many delicious and beautiful presents" way. No, in a crappy "I can't see what's ahead of me because I have put too many obstacles in the way - I should really learn how to say NO" sort of way. When will I learn? Doesn't really matter. Someone, throw me a floaty ring, quick!



I wish that I could claim the fabulous illustration as mine, but I can not. It came from The Sum Of David The author/illustrator is wonderful. Check it out!