It has been a long time since I have posted photos of my grandkids onto my blog. I apologize, because I really have the cutest grandchildren on the face of the earth. I have some pretty good-looking children, too.
Saturday’s Child.
You know the nursery rhyme?
Monday’s Child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go
Friday’s child is loving and giving
Saturday’s child works hard for a living
And the child that’s born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe, happy and gay
My little Verity is a Saturday’s child.
She is surrounded by a pair of Tuesday’s children and a Thursday’s child. Brothers like these will make a formidable alliance when she’s old enough for boys to notice her!
My Monday’s child had an accident with a razor. But she certainly fills the bill: Monday’s child is fair of face.
I just threw this one in. It has nothing to do with grandkids. I just happen to think it’s a darn good photo of my youngest – she’s my Audrey Hepburn child. And she has provided me with a grandpuppy that I have been teaching to hunt moles.
A mighty tired Fen, my grand-doggie.
(After all, all grandkids who come to visit me should get fair billing. I have yet to meet his siblings, the grand-kitties.)
Then there’s these boys. Oh my gosh – what sweet, loving, boisterous little guys! Makes my heart pound!
And, of course, Miss Korinne with her daddy. Which segues into the next nursery rhyme…
Before I post the nursery rhyme, I want to tell you a little story. When I was a little girl, I once asked my mother what she had wanted in a little girl before I was born. I mean, how did she imagine I would look before she actually had me? She told me that she imagined a little girl with natural curly hair. Black hair, like my father’s steely black hair.
Of course, I have flat brown hair. Not a one of us kids inherited my father’s black hair and not a one of us had naturally curly hair.
And then there’s Korinne.
Every time I look at this photo of my darling granddaughter, I think of this nursery rhyme (sorry, Kaci & Levi – but it pops out at me!). My mother used to say it all the time:
There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
she was very, very good –
but when she was bad,
she was horrid!
**photo credits: 1 & 2 by Arwen Weisser
2 & 3 by Chrystal Wilcox
5 by Levi Presley
4 & 6 by Kaci Presley
Jaci Dawn 