Happy grad-anni-birth-day

That's how we roll...  What?

Trying to get a family photo

'Twas the best we could do.

The namesake girls:  Sophie-Ona, Ona Belle and Anna Belle

What I heard during the past two weeks

"Amy, you are FAT!"  (Yeh, this was supposed to be a compliment, but... oh, UH-uh.)

"Allah-u-akbar!"  (AWLL pre-dawn long!)

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"  "Quiquiriqui!"  AND "Cocorico!"  (Also, all pre-dawn long.)

"Now you are half-caste, Amy."  (Thank you very much!)

"Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"  "Eh-miy!"

"May I please eat French fries for dinner, MamA?"

"Where..."  "When..."  "What..."  times a gadrillion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Iyesus yezalalem geta!"

"Farenj!  Farenj!  Farenj!"

"Money!  Money!  Money!"

To be continued...

Mother-Daughter Day

Nails, honey face wash, oatmeal mask, witch hazel toner, coconut oil moisturizer, all topped off with some carrot-orange-cinnamon juice and a teary viewing of Dolphin Tale.  "Naw-ice."

Ah, the freedom!

Punky Brewster, Jr.

Family Fun

Their first high-school football game.

With the main attraction! 

Mr. Belgium and the Italian pigs... Who knew that rural Wisco was so international?!

Miss Belgium never looked so great!

H., A. and I... beautifying ourselves, Nippon-style.

My babies!

My deal has been that as soon as she could comb her hair out herself, that I'd let her wear it loose and free.  Yeh... that was a mistake.  Post-Afro, it was still torture for both of us.

"This is the outfit you need to ride a motorcycle!"

You know, just doing chores: rubber boots, his home-made bow (in case of a rabid squirrel attack), and well... posing with a bike tire is just cool.