Baby Sheepy

Montgomery has a beloved stuffed animal affectionately named "Baby Sheepy." Baby Sheepy was "born" a couple of years ago in an Easter basket (along with her "sibling" Baby Ducky). Baby Sheepy has been very special for Montgomery, and is often found looking very sweetly girly in a lavender floral dress...or snugly swaddled in a pink floral receiving blanket, nestled by her mama Montgomery.

Baby Sheepy got "lost" recently and spent several weeks months in Craig's trunk. Upon discovery one recent evening, Baby Sheepy needed to be lovingly hand scrubbed by her "grandmother" and allowed to "get warm" in the dryer, before re-finding her rightful place in Gommy's bed.

The next day, however, Baby Sheepy went to school, in her finest lavender floral dress of course, and after school picked the strangest place to "nap."

Let me provide a bit more perspective....

Yes, as much as Mama Montgomery loves -- and I do mean loves -- her stuffed brood, they sometimes find themselves the victims of wild play, such as seeing just how high they can go in the air when shriekedly flung with joyous abandon.

Baby Sheepy spent several anxious moments on the window ledge, and was eventually helped down by Mara's mother, who tracked down a long stick.

Mara caught Baby Sheepy...

...and Gommy rejoiced by...

...uhh...

...throwing her in the air a few times.

Much Love. Take Care.

 

Cold Snap

We had a cold snap this week, and Montgomery found herself chilly when she wanted to go help Johngideon take out the recycling after church. I haven't yet pulled out all of the winter necessities, so finding hats, gloves, scarves and the like in our home is nearly impossible this time of year, for a 5-year-old...

...needless to say, Montgomery made do.

I think Johngideon found her rather amusing...or is that incredulous?

...but he was happy for the help so he mostly kept his opinions to himself.

Gommy didn't seem to care either way...she was busily oblivious...and warm.

Take Care. Much Love.

 

Birthday Love

My Love had a birthday, and we decided to ended up stretching it out over the whole weekend, to accommodate all of the other weekend scheduling fullness a large family like ours typically encounters. Celebrating became a very nice, prolonged, yet relaxing affair, including, among other delights, breakfast at our favorite Cafe Hon's, dinner and a great movie, a special trip a week ago, a cheery video message from Job, and a couple of specifically requested practical presents. The lingering celebration was greatly enjoyed by all involved...we might just make this a new tradition.

Craig's birthday came to a fun head on Sunday evening, just as the Ravens (bay-beeeee!) game was getting started, hence all the purple attire above...well...

...except for the Gommy Girl, who generally believes princess attire is entirely appropriate for all situations.

I'd baked brownie cake layers on Friday and Maia and Gommy had done a wonderful job of frosting, stacking and decorating them on Saturday, and we actually candled, sang and ate it all a la mode on Sunday.

Yummm....

Gommy busied herself making a card for Craig, a task she relishes on any and all occasions.

Love, joy and blessings, My Love...and here's to at least 45 (or is that 54?) more wonder-filled years!

Much Love. Take Care.

 

"Joysiah"

Wouldn't a face this cheerful getting into your car every afternoon

brighten even the gloomiest day?

I love how Josiah just radiates joy.

I've heard that 8th graders can be moody and sullen sometimes...

...somebody forgot to tell Josie!

Take Care. Much Love.