Monday, July 27, 2009

Our Max

We are missing Max and all the adorable antics he exhibits.
These photos are from Krista's Lake Powell album and their trip with the Kennedy family and friends.



Captain Max!

A look not to be resisted, I want to kiss his face.



Hmmmmmm, think I'm having fun.



Looking at the fish

Feeding the fish...

Icy indifference?
My Nanny, that's what we called Brianne when she was Lily's age. Oh, I love these girls... all of them!


Monday, July 13, 2009

Beautiful, beyond words....I love these girls.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


Yummy!
Yum

Monday, July 6, 2009

JUST A MOM?


A woman,

renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office

was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is," explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a......?"


"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.

"I'm a Mom."

"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,

'housewife' covers it,"
said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until

one day I found myself
in the same situation,

this time at our own Town Hall.

The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."

"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it?


I do not know.


The words simply popped out.


"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."


The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most
significant words.

Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask." said the clerk with new interest,

"just what do you do in your field?"

Coolly,
without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
[what mother doesn't)
in the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).


I'm working for my Masters,

(first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits

(all daughters).


Of course,

the job is one of the most demanding in the
humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day,

(24 is more like it).

But the job is more challenging than most
run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards
are more
of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect

in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up and personally
ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway,

buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants

ages 13, 7, and 3.

Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby)

in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!


And I had gone on the official records

as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another Mom."

Motherhood!

What a glorious career!


Especially when there's a title on the door.




Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates
in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!!

I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".




Friday, July 3, 2009

Happy 4th of July from the farm

A picture is worth a thousand words, this video adds feeling. I hope you feel their joy, video

I do....