may day, 2012

These are chipmunks, which are somewhat like squirrels

Just sayin'.

Here's my mother who came again today to help us wrangle babies.

See little baldness, little mr. t.g.?   He's liking this walker thing. 

Look at this yard.   It takes until July to heal the dog blight pee stains from the winter, and about then the yard turns to toast from the heat.

The front yard is decent looking, I guess--way better than this anyway.

Here we're waiting for lunch to be ready.



Picking dandelions:

Helping Grandpa with the rocks:

This is a dog I must brush.  But the hair then gets in my eyes and throat and --oh shut up, just do it.

Here's b.g. just up from a big sweaty nap upstairs in Maria's bed.

It was lovely up there, windows open a tiny bit, breeze blowing, the rumble of city traffic on the street below, birds singing in the big maple tree.

This is a bold farming girl. 

The tractor however, my parents gave to Little Jay for his third birthday.  (I think.) 

Now I think we have to throw it away this year.  It's all worn out.

Here's the plumber on the phone, trusty dogs by his side.

And like the yard, the back steps takes a beating from that huge dog and her huge paws.   Every year we have to repaint.

Maria's awesome at it.

And this?

Why?



Or why not?   Only Tim knows.    

And that's the end of a very fine Tuesday of baby stunts and it's the first of May and thunderstorms are headed our way.

Thanks again, Mom for making these wild days so much easier for all of us, babies especially.  

love you all so, Val