Grandmother's Pearls

One of the few things that I have hoarded and saved over the years are a set of fake plastic pearls with the matching bracelet that was given to me by my grandma Arlene not too long before she passed. I was 4. For 21 years I have kept them jammed in the back of a jewelry tower. They've been moved to college and back. I've cherished them being that they are only one of a few things I was ever given of hers. I adore my grandmother and my memories of her, and now, they've survived my first child.

I am so comforted by the fact that Kellan has taken interest in these. Although I admit I get a little anxious every time she stumbles or breathes while wearing them, I'm delighted. I promised myself that as soon as she understood the importance of these items and could be gentle and take care of them that I'd pass them down to her. Although she's not quite at that stage yet, I know I can let go long enough for her to play dress up in them for awhile (of course, while supervised!). She looks so pretty with her golden locks and her pearls. Even though it isn't easy getting a photo op with photographer Kellan anymore, I was able to grab a couple pictures to brag about before she snatched the camera :)

Finally, It's Done!

This year, I did the unthinkable and demanded that we get a swing set of our own. Yes, an over sized object meant for the enjoyment of young ones that has to be placed upon the perfection that is our grassy backyard. I knew this subject matter would bring anxiety and diarrhea to the men folk of this house, but I wasn't keen on haulin' ass to the park every time Princess Kellan wanted to go for a swing. I'm getting too fat for that crap.

For those of you who have had their head stuck in an ostrich hole for the last 30 weeks, I'm due in late July. For those of you not native to Michigan, that's the hottest, most humid part of the summer. I dread it when I'm not gestating. By the time I even got there I'd be drenched in sweat and ready for a nap. I'd rather have my finger nails pulled out with pliers.

So, we bought a swing set. I was delusional to be dreaming of the neighborhood kids swinging away while the adults chatted and BBQ'd within hours of the purchase. This monstrosity took almost 4 weeks to complete. Not only should I have made sure each of the 6, count it 6 boxes of pieces made it here, I should have kidnapped and enslaved an employee to put it together for us. Hell no would I EVER want to do this again. If I move I will strap that puppy atop my Flex (ok, I got a Flex! That's a whole other post there my friends...) and drag that S.O.B. with me.

(Yes, Cocoa plays on it too. That's part of being one of the dogs, right? Play with man's best friend....)

Becoming a Big Bruit: Video #3

Here is the first time Kellan crawled. I'm having a bit of a "Rabbits Lay Eggs" morning today, so I have nothing clever or sentimental to add yet. Maybe I'll come back later and edit when my brain works better. Enjoy!

September 11, 2007 (8 months)

"What I've got you've got to give it to your daughter"

I can't tell what's funnier: Kellan starting to figure out how to shake what her Mama gave her, or Bella thinking "Oh hell no... I'm out" when she starts. Either way, my baby rocks out! :)

Circa October 2007 (9 months)

Kellan says "See Mom, a boy!"

Lil' Weezy says: "Happy Friday"

I need a new hobby....