Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Sink

Everyone loves the pump sink that X got for his 2nd birthday from Grandpa and Grandma Morley. The boys' best pal, Coen, who shares his fun grandma with us, brought some nuggets and fries and came to play. Hear the squeals, screams, and laughter. Smell the sunblock mingled with McDonald's grease. See the gleeful faces. Wish that Summer would quit faking us out--and keep giving us days like June 7th.



I lost my sunglasses, and X broke my back-ups. So I've been sporting this glamorous pair from the costume box--my Mom's from decades past. After sink fun, I caught Xy (pronounced: Ecksie) nonchalantly puttering in the dirt, having perched the shades on his own little nose. Best face ever.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Chez Morley


Welcome to Chez Morley, where the soup du jour is Kibble. The activity pictured here combines many of Lennox's favorites: water, "cooking," no pants, dog food, outdoors and Pim (the name he gave his pet yellow rubber spatula). X can't help snarfing any stray nugget of kibble that Maudie overlooks. It putrefies his sweet breath and makes me ill. He really scored this evening as Maudie's dishes were left half-full and within reach. Combining their contents, he stirred and stirred an appetizing Science Diet Soup. Bon apetit!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Hangin' Tough



Whenever Oliver resists getting dressed, I tell him the article of clothing I want to put on him was Malcom's. (Malcom is his cool, big boy cousin who hands down lots of handsome duds.) Oliver falls for it every time. This Lightning McQueen muscle-T really was Malcom's, and it's the best shirt Oliver has ever seen. "This Malcom's shirt. Lighting Queen. So cool! I don't can b'weeve it!!" Last week his wore it to bed, all the next day, and cried when I wouldn't put it back on after his bath. I had to hide it until it could be laundered. Helping Daddy in the yard, he fell and kissed the concrete. But he bounced right back from his scraped nose, chin, forearms and knees. Apropos of his ensemble, here Oliver shows off his muscles and wounds.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Big Hair and the Piano






We had the Grandfolks over for some Sunday dinner on, well, Sunday. Grampa Joe got a couple of good shots of the boys, and Oliver rocking out 80's Hair Band style.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day, Happy Spring, Wonderful Life.

I have an unusual amount of mothers in my life. And my life is better for it. In fact, my life is because of them.

My emotions and gratitude are full, and to "blog" about it seems trite. But as the attention requirement from the two-year-olds in the room will prevent me from making a record by cutting down the maple tree, shearing its bark and forging an archival quality document with my bare hands, or hunting down a pheasant and crafting a Quill pen to use with ink fashioned from rare boysenberries, I guess this will have to do.

Back to the volumes of women in my life....

My own dear mom, who magaged to raise me to adulthood in spite of my daredevil tendencies and various high-risk activities through her patience, kindess, and love.

My mother-in-law who's passed on, leaving me to enjoy the beautiful heritage that was her home, and who is her daughter (more on her later.)

My mother-in-law of the present, who has listened, advised, and given me a great set of cookware.

My maternal grandmother who blessed me with her cooking in England during our shared mission.

My paternal gradmother who patiently taught me to play the piano when she felt I was old enough after turning five.

The Birth grandmothers of our two boys who have blessed us with their grace, kindess, and tenderness. Mother's of true grandeur.

The birth mother of Oliver. The Woman, The Saint, The Miracle.

The birth mother of Lennox. The Miracle, The Saint, The Woman.

You are both the literal hands of God in our lives. And because of you, my hands are full and therefore my heart is full.

And the mother of my children. Dear Cambry. My wife, my love, my light. Thank you for doing, being,....everything. Literally everything.

The common thread here is that these women bless my life everyday from every angle. From the woman who gave me life, to the women who have given us life, to the women who sustain our lives, to the woman that is my life. Each and every day my life is full because of all of you. You have taught me love, and I love you all.

Happy Mother's Day, Happy Spring, it's a Wonderful Life.

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