Addison likes... no, LOVES to look at pictures these days. I guess for my generation it was tons of pictures in albums that were always so much fun. For her generation (I think they're still being called the millennials, but I'm not sure if she's too young to fit into that group), she points at my computer whenever she realizes it's around and asks to see pictures. Her favorite is looking at pictures of other babies. I like to show her pictures from another blog of a family in our area that has just had quintuplets ! She thinks they are the cutest and could look at the pictures forever! Yesterday, Addison snuggled up into my lap and asked to look at babies. I decided to pull up pictures of her from when she was a baby and ask her who all of the people were with her in the pictures. She knew most all of them, mostly because we talk about our family in different pictures quite a bit. Unfortunately, she just refused to believe that the man in a few of the pictures ...
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Un Ano, te queiro,
Future roads, less than narrow.
Stayed too long, t'was a pity;
Four soft yanks, now she's pretty.
Time for children, to be glad;
Cheers this force, is not a fad.
On ageing, none can launder;
"TIME", which no one will conquer.
Time, we all are passing through;
Secrets few. Life in full view.
Quintessential winery;
Soft and smooth as ivory.
With straight hair and some with curls;
Each, my dears, are perfect pearls.
Zeros and ones, behind you there;
Future Bren years, debonair.
Three girls, peek out your windows;
Super Moon, this eve, is mellow.
Gettysburg, our children die;
Spoiled, we, turn a blind eye.
BLOG rises, yea this summer;
Twill be, a welcome stunner.
Ruleing, the one who reins;
Softly treads, the one with brains.
When she sang her ABC's;
Trained by Olds, with expertise.
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Emme's bug bite, brought a tear;
The bug sucks, Mom gets a cheer.
Goblins n' ghosts, to be seen;
Bren. Ad, and Em will look keen.
The future, not yet, begun;
Today, a day, to have fun.
Accolades, to him connect;
Forty years, special effect.
Travel they did, many miles;
Possessed with, a pleasant style.
Fly we will, from Oregon;
Cheerfully, we'll, meet again.
When Pappy & BaChan, are absent;
Hope you enjoy, the Advent.
Frowns, most likely, are absurd;
Know, a kind look, is preferred.
Bid goodnight, to this years Fall;
Merry Christmas, to you all.
Pragmatists claim, 'tis a mirth;
Indecision here, has worth.
Little ones, will be a sight;
Soon to hold, each of you tight.