Sunday, May 22, 2016

baby cousins and other cuties

 These little baby cousins are so sweet.  They don't talk yet, but they take care of baby dolls and ramble around together.

 They're got their own communication, and it's very sweet.

 This cutie, playing guitar hero after school:
 And this one was taken outside on Friday.     We could re-paint the steps. We seem to do it every year.   Sam wears the paint off. She's that big and that powerful, her giant paws wear off the paint over a year.

But look at that baby.
 She loves it outside.

Last Friday we were joking around about the arguments p.j. and I have about the TV in the morning.

I like to watch the news.

She likes to watch insane nonsense.

She has political views, and interesting observations on the news in general.

But as soon as she thinks I'm not paying attention, she switches the station to Children's Educational TV.

Where they educate the children, all right.

I complained to Heidi last week:  "Now a frog and toad are singing about how they're alike and different.  This show kills brain cells."

"The toad and a mouse are discussing a future play date.  As if."

"Now the cat is playing a ukulele and singing toad to sleep for hibernation.  Sick."

Nowhere in nature did this ever actually happen. Cats don't play ukulele and sing toads into hibernation.

That's just not true.

We have a running joke about Kirsten's science misinformation.  She's not a scientist.  Her degrees are in Economics and Marketing Communications.   Her scientific explanations are interesting and also fanciful.

Probably she watched Children's Educational TV.

I ventured this to Heidi, "Maybe this where Kirsten learned science."

Honestly?  It's time to go back to Price Is Right.  At least it makes sense and isn't full of misinformation.

But this is true--a picture of Heidi and the girls after she ran her race yesterday:

And this one, just fun:

And a picture of Kirsten's, a Florida sunset.

Which brings us to now, the end of Sunday night.

Gratitude and love all the way around.

Love, Mom

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