Meeting a Dinosaur at the Bibbs

This is just a little snapshot of the fun that we had with the Bibbs. I'll give more details later. It's late and I've been sick so I'm headed to bed.

Love, Plum

Father's Day

From the Cuddler to Morning Guy:

You are the father that I always knew you would be. I see the best of you in our beautiful son. These are a few of my favorite things...

You share the cutest dimples at the base of your back.



You both have funny looking toes. As Nonnie said, they kind look swollen.



You both have a thing for guitars.





You have the same crooked smiles and apple cheeks.



I love being the lady in your lives and I love that this is your favorite picture of our family. It is blurry and is not framed properly but it is your favorite. It is who we are.



We love you. Happy Father's Day!

Love, The Cuddler and the Plum

swimming lessons...

Well, it is more The Cuddler and our German teacher, Broomhilda, trying to drown me by counting 1-2-3, blowing in face, and dunking me under the water. Here I am thwarting one of their many attempts to drown me.



I appreciate their tatics about this much...



In the style of my mentor, Gene Simmons, I am telling them to kiss it.



Much love a wet and tired little Plum

doin a jig...

because we start swimming lessons tomorrow!



Love, a fishy little Plum

wind blown...

This is what you look like when Morning Guy rides you around on our four wheeler in the Mississippi heat and humidity. My hairs were blowing in the wind.



Love, a redneck in training a.k.a. Plum

weekend wrap up

We had a very busy weekend. Saturday, we were invited over for a cookout with my friend, Nicholas. I had a great time. Nicholas can crawl and pull up. I've decided that is very pedestrian. I'm going to continue making this bunch carry me around. The Cuddler inadvertently left with their spoon in her dip bowl. I'm sure we will never be invited back thanks to clepto.

Saturday night, I got to hang out with my Aunt Susan and Uncle Jim while the Cuddler and Morning Guy went out to eat with Aunt Emmy, Christopher, John Martin and Linds. They went to Crechale's and had a great time. They talked about their Papaw and laughed entirely too loud for too long. They also talked about how sad they were that I may never get to go down to Venice, LA fishing with our family. It has been a family tradition for over fifty years. It was enough to make The Cuddler pull a tear.

I had my follow up with my neurosurgeon today and I got a fabulous report. My head is on the big side of normal but nothing to worry about.

I have been giving The Cuddler and Morning Guy the business. My top four teeth are all coming in at the same time and you just cannot please me.

But for you people, I smile with a frog...



Love, a big headed little Plum

dropped me like I was hot...

My Nonnie and Pappaw left me to go the beach in their travel dumpling on my first Memorial day. We were not invited. Oh wait, 24 hours before they left we were offered a pity invitation.

They dropped me like I was hot.

That's OK, I made use of their pool every day of the holiday, and I looked dang good doing it.



On Saturday morning, I got to hang out with Baby Mo and watch the Cuddler, Leigh, and Mo's mom eat pancakes. We were not offered any pancakes. Figures.

Mary Elizabeth and Julia came over and went swimming with me. It was a great weekend. And I went over to see my Nonnie and Pappaw Monday night when they got home and everyone but me enjoyed some delicious shrimp (compliments of my Uncle Chris, who WAS on the beach trip). We all went swimming again.



Love, a sunny little Plum