Tuesday, September 25, 2007

As I wipe my tears away......

I will post this pic of Miss L's first school picture. (Preschool) Her babysitter took her for me while I was at work. Her bangs are actually going against her part, she has a trampoline burn on her chin, and her smile is a bit too rehearsed. I love it just the same. It captures her eyes and her spirit.

I remember vividly the first picture we had taken of Miss L. She was three weeks old.

I fretted over the outfit, finally choosing one similiar to one I had as an infant. I wanted the picture to capture just how perfect and beautiful this child of mine was. I wanted this picture to capture everything I was feeling as a parent. A picture is worth a thousand words, right? I wanted it to be timeless and perfect.

Of course, things don't go smoothly with infants. The pictures were great, but not perfect. We did, however, capture a smile. That is right. A three week old smiling baby....just for the camera. Gas, right? I don't think so.

At seven weeks we took her and had them made again.

Overkill? Probably.

Again, Miss L was smiling it up for the camera. These pics landed themselves in the front window and on the company's website.

Every month for over a year (some months twice) I had her picture made. Every month the same smiling baby.

Although she is no longer a baby, she is STILL smiling. A smile on Miss L's face is as natural as the sunrise. As natural as my love for her. For this I am thankful. Even at four years old she represents to me the person I want to become.

Does that even make sense?

For those who don't have the pleasure of knowing her, probably not.

But those who do understand that this four year old is wise beyond her years.

Even on days where everything is going wrong she will look at me, capture my eyes and tell me in her little voice. "Momma, everything is ok. It will all be fine. OK? Don't worry about it."

She is optimistic, happy, caring, thoughtful, forgiving, loving, compassionate and encouraging.

I hope that never changes and that the world never changes her.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

After the passing of summer........

a longing look back:

Who needs a pool when you have 5 gallon buckets of water?

Friday, September 21, 2007

Monday, September 17, 2007

Hee-Haw in the Ozarks

That is what we attended this weekend. No. I am not kidding.

It was fun too.

I mean, our town has a population of 700 something and when it decides collectively to celebrate......why not?

This celebration of sorts has been going on almost 30 years. It is just a slow paced day filled with all different types of entertainment.

We kicked off Saturday with the parade. Once again the kids wanted to participate in their own little way. Miss L really wanted to ride her pony in the parade, but her daddy and I decided that since Mr. B wouldn't be able to ride behind her the entire length of the parade and he isn't old enough to ride the gator or a bike by himself, she should take one for the team. We ended up having Miss L into driving the John Deere gator once again while Mr. B hitched a ride as a passenger and Daisy, the pooch, rode in the dump bed.

This worked out well for us.

Apparently they really wanted participants for the parade so all of the children received a $1 for being in the parade. Then the man giving out the money asked us what class we were in?.....

"Um, I am not sure that we have a class...."

Well, we will create a class for you and since you are the only one in it.......You get 1st place!

That, folks, raked in another $5.


After the parade we wandered around talking to the neighbors and family that were there. Of course, Miss L and Mr B felt somewhat like a celebrity since people were commenting on their parade appearance. Since Miss L started preschool this year, classmates of hers were coming up and talking to her and commenting on her gator and Daisy. Let me tell you, she felt big.

At 12:30 the event we had all been waiting for. (Drumroll please)

The turtle race.

Apparently back in the beginning of Community Days the turtle race was a big draw. Kids and turtles came from all over the area. Some with painted shells, some small, some big........... most were ready to race. After many years the turtle race started to dwindle. Let me be the first to tell you, IT HAS MADE A COMEBACK.

There were over 55 turtles/kids. Each child was given a $1 for participating. The winner of each heat was given $5. The grand prize winner was given $20.

Unfortunately Miss L's turtle never left its shell and Mr B's turtle never moved.

Next year we will go at it with a different angle. Ya know, maybe hop them up on some speed or something. I mean the $9 we came home with was great and all, but just think next year we could come home with $30 more. And it is, ahem, all about the money.........


That evening we made our way back to town and finished off the festivities by watching the hometown rendition of Hee-Haw! It was really cute and well done. It made me remember times sitting in my parents living room floor watching the show as a family. Times have changed. I am glad that at least for now, my children, my husband and I, live in a place where time moves a little slower than it does in others. Traditions still run firm. People still sit on their front porch. Kids can run around and the parents know that collectively, the community is watching them. Their kids are our kids and our kids are their kids.

Although we will never be put on the map for being on the cutting edge of anything, this town, my town, of 700+ is a really good place to live.

"Now we're not one to go around telling rumors,
In fact we're really not the gossiping kind....
No, you won't hear one of us repeating gossip
so you better be sure and listen close the first time."

Mytown, Missouri population: 781 Saaa-lute!