PPOTD: Silly Sunday

How could we resist posting these super-sicky sweet photos of everyone's favorite baby, Miss Pearl of course! I was playing with her hair and made a "faux hawk" for our little rocker. Then we did a little brushing of the locks and took the "glamour" and sleepy shots below. Enjoy!

PPOTD: Sleepy Saturday

Pearl, Mimsy, and I were lounging and watching a movie this afternoon. Pearl loves sleeping on her Boppy, so we had to capture a few shots of her for her Nana. Willow decided she wanted to join the cozy lump laying beside her, so she hopped right on top of Pearl. What a snuggle bunch!

For The Love Of Pearl.....

Thank you Pearl. You have brought your Mimsy so many gifts as well as your happy, smiling, "Rockettes" kicking self! You have given me the opportunity to kiss the top of your sweet-smelling head over and over again. My heart fills to bursting every time you really look at me, and when you smile, well, I explode with joy. Watching you express yourself with those amazing hands and long, long fingers is a conversation in itself. Pulling sock fluffies off your spreading pink toes is a game in itself. Hugging you closely and sharing the breezes blowing in the backyard with the three doggies makes every muscle in my body relax, even my non-stop whirling gray matter actually takes a break - it begins to float. Such generous gifties dearest girl. I love you so much. Again, thank you Pearl.

For Pearl on her Eleventh Week

This Child


This child must face out. She is drawn
by lights and a sun
carved into the mirror’s frame.

This child flexes her fingers,
a ballerina in her tiny hands. When she cries
there is always someone to reach out.

She coaxes everyone in
to love. She is new to traffic and wind
and restaurants where rude people appraise her parents

for the way they ornament their bodies
thousands of years older
than the way such eye-rollers worship

their gods. This child could never belong
to those who worship such a shallow god,
she is so safe, so unfettered

by concerns of the petty or the stunted.
This child is passed from arms to arms,
she demands to be involved,

to see. Egrets fall
like parachutes from the sky,
little stuffed giraffes parade in circles

over her bed.
This child suckles with an abandon
known only those willing to be sated,

milk-drunk, while we sit in an old circle
all around the bed, a circle as old
as stories of the parents of our parents of

their parents, as old as tattoos;
as necessary as family and laughter. This child
starts to remember dreams and flops

into slumber after a short, good cry.
She curls over my legs
as she goes limp into sleep and dreams new

faces or passages from the body
of her mother. Her eyelids flutter.
Best not to move her then. Just feel

her little breaths, watch her face
wrinkle and ease, feel
the little papump

papump papump of her holy heart.


-- Bob Vance

Pearl and her parents

Here are two pictures we took while visiting Clay and Kim and Mimsy and Pearl. We particularly like the shot of Pearl with her parents. We continue to talk about and gloat over what good parents Clay and Kim are. What a secure and satisfied little girl they are bringing into this troubled world. And with the presence and support of Mimsy, what more could Pearl ask for?