Last weekend the girls and I were killing time out at Granddad and Marme’s while Dan worked on his truck. We spent time playing in the wading pool, reading magazines, and just visiting. On the weekends, my family spends most of their time at the top, selling camp wood to campers heading to the rivers. So we just hung out up there with them, watching all the activity. After a while, Granddad had to refill the wood rack which involves using his tractor.
After watching this for a while, Kinsley couldn’t stand it anymore, and asked if she could ride with Granddad…
Which, of course, was no problem.
…was having one of those rare moments when she wishes that she wasn’t such a mama’s girl.
This is Kinsley moments after she stole a drink from Uncle Zion’s fruit punch can.
This is Kinsley a moment after she discovered that Uncle Zion had reused his fruit punch can to hold water.
I hate large, obnoxiously colored pieces of plastic designed to assist children in the squelching of their imaginations. Somehow, we still manage to amass them, mostly because we have a very dear and sweet grandma who lives nearby and who can’t pass up a good deal at a yard sale.
Anyway, I thought of this car as one of those useless eyesores (and it partly is) but on the other hand, I’ve been pleased to see how it actually seems to spark the girls creativity.
Sophie insists that it takes a certain set of keys to start the car, and won’t budge her car till I find those keys. Then, she places her feet up on the dash board and says “Faster, Mama!”
Both girls are able to fit in the car, even if they do look a little like Richard Scary characters as they pile in and out.
During a playtime outside the other day, I was reading and drinking coffee, when I began to notice fragments of the conversation emanating from the car which caused me to perk up, take pictures, and listen.
“I’m Dan, and you’re Candace.” Kinsley informed Sophie as she slipped her arm around her little sister. Then, imitating her papa, she added, “Ah, Candace, what can I do for you, Darling?”
It made me thankful all over again for my wonderful, sweet, attentive husband.
The girls and I took the last remaining puppy outside to play one afternoon last week. As it turns out, I’m glad we did it, as we ended up selling him that evening, and it was sort of one last hurrah for the girls.
We are now officially puppy-less. It’s always a relief to be done with a litter of puppies, no matter how much fun they may be.
Kinsley has been a little sad that we no longer have puppies, but she’s moved on with her life, and is now hitting her papa up for ducks.
After a few nice rain showers, we’ve had a crop of surprise lilies appear in our yard. Kinsley has been elated that we have those flowers, in our yard!
She still has to concentrate to smell a flower, the poor tiny-brained baby girl!
She picked a large armful, asking questions about whether or not we could eat them, if they have nipples with sweet juice in the back (like the Columbine she enjoyed earlier in the summer), and if she could hold them while I got the water ready.
She and Sophie were very pleased with the end results, and proudly showed Papa when he arrived home that evening.
Dan brought this creation to my attention the other evening. It was connecting the stereo to the window in front of which it sits.
It makes me shudder. I wonder how many of those I have missed?
I’ve written about Richard the Veteran before, but yesterday he drew an impressive series of sketches for Kinsley. She has shown them to everyone who will give her a second glance, and frequently asks to look at them again. At the moment, they are hanging on our art wall in our dining room. I thought I’d share them here, too.
They were invited to perform on Pepper and Friends as a promo for the 6th Annual Historical Bluegrass Festival, in Arrow Rock Missouri.
For some unknown reason, the TV station has yet to release the video of Nathan’s song, though they did post both Paula’s and Nat’s. If Nathan’s should become available, I will be standing by to snatch it and put it on their YouTube account, and here, of course.