More Pony

The girls wore "pony" tails in their hair




The ponies got all glammed up with hair clips, pony skirts (those hair ribbon things) and pony wigs


Here they are after their visit to the pony parlor


A few of the ponies are baldies after having their hair brushed too often...but




presto chango here they are with their pony wigs,....fabulous

The Sparkly Unicorn Parade

Unicorn; mystical, mythical or myopical?
unicorn vs dolphin (i'm betting on the dolphin)
making video surveilance seem innocent byputting unicorn headband on it?

These Are A Few Of Her Favorite Things

There is a special blogger out there who feels a little shy about expressing her soft side. I am posting some of the things she loves but is afraid to embrace.






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this post is dedicated to elasticwaistbandlady. LOL

Birthday

Six years ago today my little Lean was born. Six weeks early, at 3:51 a.m.

The day of my baby shower.

The long awaited, and much prayed for baby of older parents. The tiniest baby I had ever seen.

The happiest day I have ever had on this earth. My little Lean.


I wrote this haiku for her when she was three:

The brush of her hair
Soft, spun gold against my cheek
Caresses my soul


Guns N' Roses wrote this song about her fourteen years before she was even born:

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine

Oh, Oh, Oh yea
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh,
Sweet love of mine


Happy birthday, baby.

Wordless Wednesday: Mr. Cocka-Doodle-Doo is taking the day off, but, great day in the mornin', his pool playing pals are filling in

Dog Gone

I stroll down the runway, all eyes are on me. Everyone wants a piece of me; "Jean Knee , over here...over here Jean Knee , over here, pick me, pick me ,pick me!"

"I love you!! you are fabulous!!!!!!! Wooowww she looked right at me!!!!, Jean Knee, May I lick your hand?!!!!!!"

HUH?

Just strollin down the runway, that's me. " hellooooo everyone,,thank you thank you, hello, how you doin?" You wnat to fullfill this same dream?????? Of course you do. Take yourself to the nearest animal shelter, stroll down the dog-runway and this could be you.

This was me on Saturday. A long Holiday weekend. What better time to choose a new companion for my dalmatian, Polka Dot? HMMMMMMM so many cheerful, longing faces, wagging tales. Oh the pressure, how to choose just one? the right one? For Polka Dot? Try them all out of course.....

Some hours later we've adopted a black lab mix, female, 2 year old canine. Named Penny.

Penny meets Polka Dot, they sniff each other, scuffle, repeat. She checks the yard out, we pet and play with them for quite a while. I go inside, return after 15 minutes. They've had their first dominance fight. Polka Dot got his mass kicked, in a big way (so glad I missed it, that's my Polka Dot she's messing with!) Pet-n- play lots more, we venture inside. Things seem calm outside, no scuffling or growling, ahhhh, the sweet feel of a family gently melding together.

We go outside to praise Penny. She's gone, she jumped a 5 foot fence and is running with the neighbor dogs.

Repeat all of the above countless times. COUNTLESS TIMES. We take shifts breaking up fights, returning errant dog to fence on and on and on. We are invited to a swim party, oh no we can't go because we have a toddler, er new dog, to look out for. On and on and on and on.
Through a Holiday weekend. Yes, this could be you.

to be continued.... I know the absolute total suspense is killing you...it's killing me too,.. . .literally

















GUESS WHICH ONE IS POLKA DOT

A Mighty Fortress is Lean's School

Lean started kindergarten on Monday. I have that empty nest thing going on.

Last year, pre- K, was fine. Lean attended the local University's family studies program (9:00-11:30 T W TH). To get into the building you punch your code into a keypad door lock, enter, walk your child to class. You can stay as long as you like, interact with the kiddos, chat with the teacher etc. The classroom had a two way mirror so you could watch your little tyke and see all the action going on.
Lesson Plans are posted outside the door so you know what to talk about with your kid after school.

This year, kindergarten, is not so fine. That place is an impenetrable fortress. They won't even let you park in the parking lot, I think you can be jailed if you try to enter the school.
The first day apparently all laws were suspended so Drew and I walked Lean to her classroom, greeted the teacher, got things situated and left.

Second day I park in the 'no parking here' parking lot and walk Lean to the door. I pull on it, it's locked but there is a buzzer. I don't know what I said but they actually let me enter the building. We walk a short way into the foyer and see Lean's teacher, she runs to her. I hear: gestapo, 'Ma'am, ma'am stop. You can't enter the building.' me,"OH? There's Mrs. teacher, let me just give her Lean's homework folder" (Mrs teacher is about ten feet away from me). gestapo,'No, you can't enter the building. I'll take the folder.' Me, "Mrs. teacher just went by I'll drop it off". gestapo, 'I have to take it to her, you can't enter the building". I think I saw an armed guard around the corner. It could have been a custodian but I doubt it. I'm not risking being gunned down so I try to leave.

'Ma'am let me go over the procedures with you please.' Uh okay. She whips out a diagram showing me how to enter driveway, drive around back of school, u-turn around a median ,and pull up outside cafeteria doors where an adult will unload child and escort them inside. right, got it thanks.

Picking Lean up after school is even more complicated. Drive around the back again, put a giant sign in your car window with your kid's name, then you have to pull up to a numbered sign and wait for an adult to put your kid in the car. Don't communicate with anyone, don't even roll your window down, you've got that giant sign don't ya? Do not exit car.

Okay, so of course I don't pull close enough to the number and get re-educated by the adult escort. Okay, I think I will get it right soon.

Next day we drive around back of school, do a uie around median, pull up to the correct number. I have to put car in park and help Lean out on driver's side of car because the passenger door won't open from the inside. "Ma'am, please don't exit the car, we will pick your child out of the car and deliver her to the cafeteria" I jump back in car just in case there is a cavity search required since I unlawfully exited the vehicle. So far no shots have been fired, that's good right?

Maybe I will get it right this afternoon. I don't think I can go through another re-education process

I would post a pic of the institution but I'm not allowed out of the car so I can't get a good shot