A Nice Afternoon

Hannah Mo, kickin' it bouncy seat-style. Love those pants!

So, I'd mentioned in an earlier post that we're settling into a nice routine here at the 646. Yeah... not so much. Everything changes: the growing, the feeding, the sleeping, the trying to get things done.
But we have our fun. And now that I am done with school- oh yeah, I finished college last week- I get to be around the house helping out a lot more. And our friends have organized a food-tree for us. That means that every other day (or every day last week) some kind soul(s) bring us dinner. How cool is that?! Precious minutes are gained when dinner vanishes from the to-do list.

Hannah has smiled at me twice. It's amazing how powerful that small gesture can be, melting away all frustration and weariness, no matter how much there is to do or what time of the day/night it may be. And no, it's not gas she's expressing. It's pure, unadulterated affection for her father, a not-soft, man who provides no sustenance and smells nothing like mommy. I have no doubt.

Anyhow, the afternoons of late have been mild enough to spend a little time outside. Two days ago, Sarah, Hannah, and I happened to be out front when some of our dear friends happened by with their littluns.

The two Simpson girls reenact the good ol' days.

Keeper:"Hmm- I can catch a chipmunk. I can eat a squirrel. Now, this red thing..."

Keeper's prey, blind to the danger he is in, is delighted.

 

 

Hope saves her son from mortal peril in the nick of time.

Meanwhile, a young visitor to the 646 (who looks nothing like his father) tried to figure out why people kept taking pictures of him.

Finally, young Morris does his best Sean Penn, and tells the camera to clear out.

By the time Mr. Penn realized what was about to happen, it was too late!