Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly, danny, and charlie

Oh, y’all.  I don’t know what to say.  I have so much to say.  I say things to myself, and by the time I get around to telling someone else, it is all gone.  Vanished into the ether of my porous maternal brain.  Obliterated by a machine-gun-speed volley of needs.  Poof. So here’s what I’ll do:  I’ll just put these pictures up of some stuff we did.

Here we are with cousins at the zoo.  I’ve discovered a trick to maintaining sanity with a large number of children:  feed bags.  You get some plastic sandwich bags, and you just keep refilling them with food.

Some thoughts:  these two are more alike every day.  We really should have named him Joey, Jr.  He might look like me, but the rest is all Joey.  Also:  look, no glasses.  Joey’s trying contacts again, and it just might work for him this time.

With Charlie, the big story should be that she’s walking.  But my new mantra, coined by my mother and sister, is:  ”It is better to do a half-assed job than no job at all.”   So here’s Charlie choosing a sweetener at the Cracker Barrel.  I think she ended up going with 4 Splendas, 3 sugars, and a Sweet n Low.

Here she is at her one-year pediatrician visit.  Well, by the time I got her there, more like 13 months.  Who’s counting?

Here’s Danny at his first tennis lesson.  He feels it’s baseball.

And bowling.  We had custody of the only child-assisting-ramp-thingy in the bowling alley, but Danny felt that was for weaklings.  He just walked right up there and chucked his seven pound ball.

This is half of Danny’s playgroup.  The occasion was a farewell party for Audrey, the one on his left, coyly covering her mouth.  A little while before they posed for this picture, Audrey came up to me and said, “Miss Kelly, Danny ruined my life!”  I have no idea what he did, and I was way too busy laughing to find out.  I know he’ll miss ruining her life while she’s gone, though.