As I sat through endless episodes of The Dukes of Hazard, stepped on Hot Wheels cars left everywhere, or listened to fart jokes, I used to wonder how I'd survive raising Boys. That is Boys with a captial B. They were as rough and tumble, as wild and crazy, as little Boys can be. It was a rolicking, good time, and while they didn't always have the same interests as I did, we found lots of fun together.
And now they are two grown men that I'm proud to call family.
Then, along came two grand daughters! Who are every bit as rough and
tumble, wild, and crazy as their dad.
Now, we watch My Little Pony or Ariel, and I step on doll parts, and still listen to fart jokes. But from small people dressed as fairies this time.
Yep, I know, I'm pretty lucky. It's been good.
ps- Anne has asked me to tell you about Magnolia Pearl's $2,000 giveaway. Woo Hoo, that is a GOOD one, huh? Check it out at Fiona and Twig.
Love it ! they are beautiful !
Thanks, we think so,too!
That is adorable… I love those stair risers.. Wallpaper? Your granddaughters melt the heart …. I love fairies!
Yes, vintage wallpaper on the stairs, thanks.
Oh, to be a kid (or a puppy!) in your household!
very pretty=)
Always love hearing the latest adventures of your little grandfairies. Thank you for sharing them with us. They are little sweethearts.