Monday, June 28, 2010


I try to mind my own business. Really I do. Well...except when big brother has a book I had set my mind on only moments earlier, I do feel it's my right to take it. With force. And a minor screaming spell. But that's neither here nor there.

  When I'm in the backyard, I don't see any reason to pry into anyone else's business. I just putter around, feed the hummingbirds, pull mommy's darling flowers, examine Hannah's poo poo.  The usual.  It's just...well...sometimes I can't help but wonder...what lies beyond that intriguing backyard fence?  I mean, really, why should such a fence be built in the first place?  And so high?  Could there be something interesting on the other side? 

 I must ask big brother. 
"Big Brother?  What's on the other side of that fence?  Do you think there could be something interesting back there that we're missing out on?"

"Now see here.  Whatcha got der's some paranoia.  Awright?  And it'll destroya.  Little sis.  There's nuthin beyond dat der fence thatcha need'n to be worry'n yer pretty lil head over." 

Sigh.  Well that was helpful.  It's not often that anything even remotely intelligible comes out of his mouth anyway; why should today be any different.  Why, just the other day I heard him declare "momeemomeemomee oh-uh-sat?  oh-nibie-byeeHEEEEEEEEEE".  I mean, honestly. 

Anywho, if he isn't the least bit curious, I'll go do some investigative work myself.  Just a tiny peek.

Hmmm...  I can't quite make anything out...

Looks like grass...possibly a barbecuePropane, I believe..hmm.

Maybe a tree or something...looks to be a yellow poplar...
AHA! I knew big brother wouldn't be able to resist!

  He had to come see for himself. 
He said he couldn't see much back there either.  He thought maybe he saw a "wahkah-mow-ooooozh!" which means "lawn mower" in case you needed translation.  I must say, he does know his garden tools.

I tried to occupy myself with other tasks.  After all, I don't meddle in other people's business, like I said before.  And it appears there's nothing out of the ordinary beyond that old fence anyway.

But maybe just one more look to make sure I didn't miss anything!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Happiness is a Swing

You've never seen your child's purest smile or heard their most genuine laugh until they've experienced swinging.  It's joy at it's most unbridled.

Bug: January 2007, 8 months old
Dee: March 2010, 17 months old
Bex: March 2010, 17 months old
The Swing
by Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

For the Love of Broccoli...

...and your twin.