Monthly Archives: March 2008
Bershon on a boat
I mean, paleeeease. I do believe he showed more interest in the top of his Fresca can than all the sunshine, blue water, white sails against a gorgeous sky and dolphins……..we are killing him. Right? Mean, mean parents.
Mermaid
Somebody is turning 4 very, very soon. She is growing up, and as much as that pains me, it also makes me feel so much joy that it squeezes my heart and has me dazzled. It is like living with … Continue reading
How to keep them out of the very cold water without really trying
The other day Quinn decided that since the water was warming up so much, it was time to be towed behind the boat again. As hot as it was on the deck, I was still doubting the ability of his … Continue reading
Caught in between motion
If I did not have an SLR camera, this whirlwind child would rarely be caught “on film” for me to ponder some years in the future. I want to remember everything about him. How long his eyelashes are. The sand … Continue reading
Sanctuary
The temp is supposed to reach the upper 70′s today, edging its way into the 80′s tomorrow, and climaxing on Saturday with sunny skies and a temp approaching 90. The last part of that sentence made me feel all hyper … Continue reading
Waving off her paparazzi
She loves her fans. Really, she does. But it is hammock time folks, and she and her Ponies have embraced la buena vida.
Embracing the beautiful island
In another effort to grasp the endless summer, changes are going on here at And Baby Makes 6! The most obvious being appearance. I am not one to like things to stay the same for very long. All you have … Continue reading
La isla bonita
Bill and I were sitting in our room yesterday, talking randomly, and I said. “You know what I can’t wait for?” And he replied “A warm beach” without missing a beat. Those were the exact words floating in my head. … Continue reading
Something amiss in Ponyland
When I first walked through the den, all the My Little Ponies were standing upright, my daughter making wee little Pony voices for them. They seemed happy and as colorful, bulky and awkward as ever. The next time I walked … Continue reading

