Hind's Feet

Fanny recently got her bangs trimmed, and now that I can see her face, I'm struck by features I never really noticed before... like how Carly Simonesque her (beautiful) wide mouth is. (And I will ignore her dear Uncle in Bend who is whispering "Stephen Tyler!"). Jane asked me the other day how come Fanny & Bronwyn are so cute and how come other babies aren't as cute as our Fanny & Bronwyn. I told her it's because we know them, and they are endeared to our hearts. Most of what beguiles us has to do with all the heart strings that have been tied simply by gazing upon them, being near to them and growing fond of them. They could be the ugliest babies on the block, but with their charming babbles and sweet smiles intended just for our delight, we'd never know it. In the words of Michael McBride & me maither, " You are my dear my darlin' one, my smilin' and beguilin' one. I love the ground you walk upon." Ah Mo mhúirnín

Yesterday in church, I nearly won both of my usual Mother's Day awards... the one for having the youngest baby, and the other for having the most children present. (I have not yet managed to snag the award for oldest mom, try as I might). Our dear pastor awarded me my flower for baby Bronwyn, and proceeded to the next question of "which mom has more than four children here today?" and realized, half-way through, that I was headed for a second bloom. He said "does anyone here, besides The Dutch People, have seven children?" Nobody raised a hand. Then he said, "does anyone here have MORE than seven children?" Not one hand went up. THEN he said, a bit hopeless, "does anyone here WISH they had more than seven children?" - One hand shot up. One belonging to Steadfast. ;) The pastor chuckled and gave Steadfast the second blossom.

Jane made this dress herself without a pattern. It's her own design. :)