Playing Footie

Carson's mom was at physical therapy for her knee today and the littles came to Nonna's.  Carson and I were playing footsie.  He loved it.

Carson and Penny are the sweetest kids.  Never cry and always smiling.  Must be their mother's genes, because their dad was my cranky boy.  He grew out of it thankfully.

I need to be out in the garden, but they are more fun.

My Babes

A couple of posts back, I showed a picture of Old Ollie, dressed up with a beard  and yelling to imaginary kids to "get outta my yard!"  Here is young Ollie, or Ollie the Destroyer as we call him.  If it can be broken, he's your little man.  Such a sweetheart even so.  Thought you'd like to see him out of costume and how much he has grown since the picture on my sidebar.  But, there is more.

My middle daughter, Cady Summer, with Oliver and my Isobel at the beach.  Loved how the evening light shined on them.  My entire adult life has revolved around my kids and grandkids.  I don't know any other way.

The Sparkle In My Eyes

My angels, Isobel and Oliver, came to stay with their Nonna last weekend and we had a ball.  They are usually in bed by 8:30 sharp, but we stayed up till midnight, if that tells you anything.  I love them so much.  Ollie, now don't squirt my camera...