motherhood

My 15-year-old daughter sneaks my camera to take pictures of boys, then bribes me with pictures of pretty fluff such as this "cuz I know you like them!"  Ahhh, to be played like a violin is the life of a mother.

On a sad note, a big tree in my mother-in-law's yard has recently come down in a storm.  This huge tree was the one with the swing hanging from it, on which all the babies and grand-babies spent hours every fourth of July. I'm enclosing pictures---posthumously, and rather morbidly---because it's what I do these days.