Tuesday, October 11, 2016


We ate outside for lunch today and the babies got to play on the patio for a few minutes before they were corralled into their high chairs. Maggie seemed to want to find out whether or not August's face would come off but no one was hurt and August didn't seem to mind a bit and Maggie seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of the attempt.


She seems to get a lot of pleasure out of everything, that delicious little goof. 

After lunch we went to Publix- three carts, two babies, one boy. August seemed to have the very best time of all. 


It's so odd when I am deep in the anxiety. I feel wrapped in something that I can barely see through, can barely feel through, but the smiles of these babies gets in. They do.

Lily sent this picture of Gibson who fell asleep waiting for his brother at the bus stop with his mama and his sister. 


Pre-K can be tough on a guy. When Lily asked him what he did in school today he said, "Science."

How I love these children. 
Even in the sharply painful fog of this day, they have brought me joy. 

Love...Ms. Moon




12 comments:

  1. That top photo of the two babies is one they will treasure for sure. Feel better, sweet Mary Moon.

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  2. Gibson? With the red balloon? Be still my heart.

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  3. I'm sorry that you're feeling the fog of anxiety. I hope it lifts soon, just like fog, revealing blue skies and sun.

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    1. It always does. Today I mostly have the anxiety hangover which is a real, true thing.

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  4. What wonderful photos. And wonderful children.

    Hugs to you xx

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    1. I think so, Jo. But I am the grandmother.

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  5. I'm glad the positive energy of those kids is penetrating the negative energy surrounding you at the moment. I think that's part of why people HAVE kids -- they bring hope and enthusiasm for the future.

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  6. I love that picture of Gibson and his balloon. Babies are little love machines. Of course they break through the fog.

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    1. AND they make us laugh. They are so dear, these children.

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