Tag Archives: Smiles

Why They Smile

“Grammo, when people look at me they smile.”  “Do you wanna know why?”

“Probably because they think you’re weird.”

“No Grammo.  They Smile at me because they think I’m cute!”

But, of course.

Why you should never ask a three year old to smile for the camera

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I Love Maria

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This is actually in our kitchen at the office.  No doubt she had not had enough coffee that morning.

Hug often. Help others.

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This is the letter H of the ABC’s of Genuine Happiness.    Every few days I will be posting a phrase beginning with the next letter of the alphabet seeking your opinion or view on the phrase and how it relates to genuine happiness.

Hugs I can definitely relate to. When I’m happy hugs are nice, but when I am sad or sore or sick nothing feels better than a nice big hug from my honey. I miss my Mom’s hugs.

As for helping others, it does make me happy to help out. I think I could work on it a little more. I have a problem accepting help from others so offering help does not come so natural to me.

What is your opinion on the letter H:   Hug often.   Help others.

Leave a comment, write a post on your blog and ping back to me or tag your post with “ABC’s of Happiness” so I can find you in my reader.

Until next time … be thinking about the letter I:  Ignite your passions.

Schooled by a 3-year old

When a little girl gets invited to a birthday party for one of her little boyfriends and the theme is “your favorite super hero”, you apparently don’t make her wear this:

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This has a boy on it.  And it is obviously meant to be worn by a boy.  I have officially been schooled in female super hero attire:

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Thank God the next party theme is “Frozen”.  Hopefully I can get that right.  Although she was in shock when I told her I didn’t know how to do an “Elsa” braid.  Really? Let it go ….

My Blessed Weekend

My mother’s day weekend couldn’t have been any better.  In addition to all of this, it was our first time back to church and our Marriage for Real class in two weeks.    I pray my life is back to normal soon.

Being only a week post-op, feeling and looking about 5 months pregnant
I was not going to post this but then I decided
Oh!  What the Hell.  I am who am.

They used to be tiny
And want to hold my hand
They would weeble-wobble
And could barely stand

Look at them now
Hovering over me
They are still my babies
And will forever be

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring

In response to this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge:  Spring

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Where’d My Ball Go?

20140308_142716I watched her, as she hid under the slide covering her ball up with the bark in our community park.   I wondered what she was doing, but I didn’t ask any questions.

20140308_142742 “Hey Grammo!  Have you seen my Princess ball?  I can’t find it?”  Let’s look for it.   It has to be somewhere around here.  Oh, the look on her face and her sense of accomplishment when she “found” her ball.

Kids.

The innocence is so simple yet so amazing.

 

 

 

My Happy Post for “Random Photography”

In response to: Happy Post Challenge

In response to:
Happy Post Challenge

Wordless Wednesday

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie

In response to this week’s weekly photo challenge:  Selfie

wpid-IMG_2325.jpgYes, she is only 3.