sueeeus

One Saturday morning, not too long ago, we loaded up the car at o-dark-thirty, and headed for the water. After a long drive, which was much longer than it needed to be, but that’s an entirely different story (suffice it to say that, had we filled the gas tank when Mama suggested it…   …oh, we weren’t going to talk about that now…)… …We made it to the fishing spot. It was too late to fish for salmon, but it wasn’t too late to enjoy the scenery.
There was a fabulous bridge.

The water views were stunning.

There were big mountains, not so far away.

There were many more mountains, far off in the distance.

Shhhh! Someone doesn’t have a license! (Phew, fishing is free when you’re nineteen months old, and you have friends who own a boat.)

Look! We’re catching crab!  Who knew one could catch crab with a fishing pole   It’s fun!
This boat is kind of scary.  It’s a little hard to keep balance.
Sometimes it’s better to just take a nap.

This is even better than driftwood.

Gee, Daddy’s friends have the neato toys, but I don’t know how to drive!

And this thing doesn’t have any seatbelts!

Once upon a time there was a blog. And then there were more. And more and more and more. One day, a fine blogger named Blackbird started a fun game called Show and Tell. Oh, the bloggers who liked to play along! Show me a chicken, said Blackbird. And some bloggers did. One day, another blogger, who was very far behind in blog happenings, happened upon (name withheld for privacy), where she exclaimed, “What a fine chicken!” (or something to that effect). In nearly a blink of an eye, said chicken took flight, and made its way across the miles. The flight was long, the journey was arduous, but the weary chook is home to roost, happily in my kitchen.

The end.

I am constantly amazed, and grateful, at the sense of community and connectedness that blogging brings into my life. Truly, it’s a beautiful thing.

Thank you!! This fine bird is holding an assortment of tea bags, and is quite content passing the time with Cookie Monster. Oh the tales they tell. The wild and crazy goings on of the Sueeus kitchen.

In all honesty, I have a warm spot in my heart for a kitchen chicken, as there was a white hen crock perched atop a shelf in my mother’s kitchen for as long as I can remember. Nostalgia. 🙂

I didn’t even mention the part about the kindness and generosity of fine people out there. I’m astounded and blessed.

(Thank you again!!)

Self Portrait Tuesday

. . . Love is . . .

. . . . . nothing but smiles . . .

. . . it doesn’t hurt to have a captive audience either . . .

. . . because . . .

. . . it’s not so easy to sit still when you’re nineteen months old!

I’m loving every minute of this journey called motherhood.