NINE

Theodore snuggling a puppy and Uncle Scott

2018 week nine

My Dandelion Prince. He's in heaven with the sunny yellow and white heralds of spring popping up everywhere.

All the creatures waiting for snack.

Caution: Poop photo ahead. You've been warned.

The Proud Boy and the Giant Poop.

Putting the creatures to work. They had a lot more fun than expected. It always seems to be that way. Maybe they understand inherent worth and value of actual tasks and don't want to be patronized with lesser chores? 

I suppose we have enough firewood for a home with no fireplace...

Morning pancakes and pigtails. 

Quotes:

Veronica

A poem by Vera. My little poetess writes at least two a day.
"Stars in the heart. Tonight a spider will 'Hey' to my Mama."

"Instrumentster" = Musician

"Eenie meenie minie mo, we have a Mama and a ho"

V saw what a thong looked like and said, "Uhm. Those panties will show your bun."
Me -"Yep."
V- "Why?"
Me -"That's how they are made."
V -"Those are not very polite."
Me -"People wear clothes over them so no one has to see their bun."
V -"Hmm." Disapproving look.


Theodore

"That's dangerous?" To every even remotely suspicious looking person or thing in books or real life.

Me- "Be still so The cat will come to us."
In a teasing voice, T -"Uh oh! I'm moving!!!!!"