Do you remember where you were thirty-one years ago today ?
I certainly do !
Before we commence with the 2,547 photos of my youngest that have been posted below, here is the link from last year's birthday post.
Birthday Post 2010
For an OFFICIAL birthday post from several years ago, here is that link:
Travel Down Memory Lane with These Photos
If you are planning to peruse the links above and hang out here to scroll through the pictures that follow, may I suggest taking the time to grab a cup of coffee or tea or hot chocolate spiked with Peppermint Schnapps or whatever floats your boat. You will be here for awhile.
These photos are in no particular order. For any of you with OCD, and feel the need to put them in order, knock yourself out.
OK, so the first one is in order.
During my pregnancy, I experienced heartburn from Day One to about Day One-Hundred-Thirty.
(She was over due about three weeks !)
An old Indian lady explained to me. "Baby will be born with lots of hair. "
She was right !
She was precious . . .yes she was !
In the mornings, when her dad and I were getting ready for work, we enlisted the help of her big sister, complete with pink sponge rollers.
This photograph conjures up memories of "The Princess and the Pea Eraser."
We also enlisted the help of big sister to put her to sleep at night.
The Summer of '81 ~ Red Hill Road
Granddad loved his girls . . .
. . . as evidenced by the smile on his face.
Grandpa loved them, too.
Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's with the cousins.
Christmas at Grandmama Wheeler's.
Grandma and Grandpa Winters
Explaining to Santa that she is three.
Some photos need no caption.
A cute little Halloween punkin'
Nana and Melissa
She loved her . . .
dress that came from . . .
Austria. (Yes, that's Tyler.)
Birthday celebration with Melissa and Landra
Fun at Leenie and Dexie's with Leslie, Sue, and Christi
All Smiles !
Grandmother and Granddad
Haskell, Oklahoma
If you notice an onery look on her face in any of the photos, that because she was is.
Easter at Grandmama's
Another Easter at Grandmama's
A common place to sit
Another Easter at Grandmama's
Blurry but Cute
Still blurry . . . but the plant behind me provides a nice flying nun look.
The usual "corner" for photo ops
Probably another Easter photo
512 NW "B" Street . . .
. . . a favorite place to be.
The red cannas
She adored her big sister . . . still does.
Wayne, Leigh Anne, Michael, James . . . and Brookie
Posing for Grandmother
Waiting for the parade . . . Grandma has Brooke in the background . . . Aunt Joy is there, too.
Ashley, Sean, Sis, and Grandmother . . .
Leah joins them.
Some of these just don't need explanations . . .
Leenie and Dexie
Please note:
Big sis is putting decorations ON the tree . . .
Little MIss Pris is removing them.
Another Easter photo
Mam-maw and Pap-paw Smith
I wish we knew where that green wooden frog high chair is . . . see it in the background ?
Yes, she had a black eye for her first Christmas.
It could have happened when she climbed the shelves of the refrigerator, fell off the door of the dishwasher . . . (Sean is in the background.)
With Dad and Cousin Lissa
(Dad looks like he was attacked by Paul Bunyan while caught in a wind tunnel.)
A bountiful harvest . . . she planted watermelon seeds in the front yard.
They grew, covering the entire front yard. . . ALL summer.
It was quite the talk of the neighborhood.
We couldn't mow because of all the watermelon vines.
It looked like a scene out of Jumanji.
Possibly another Easter outfit OR dressing up with Nana
Record low temperature of minus two . . .
she wanted to go outside and play . . .
so she dressed herself and was headed out the door when this photo was snapped.
One of her favorite places to be.
Her big sis couldn't have been prouder . . .
neither could Mommy, Grandmother Smith, or Grandmama Wheeler.
Grandmother and Granddad usually stopped by before church every Sunday.
All of the above photos were taken before the birthday girl, sometimes known as SwampSpawn, went to school. Below, is one photo when she was a few years older . . .with big sis.
The following photos were taken at Christmas this past year . . .
What is a daughter ?
A daughter is a day brightener and a heart warmer. She is a bundle of firsts that excite and delight, giggles that come from deep inside and are always contagious. She is everything wonderful and precious and a mother's love for her knows no bounds. A daughter is a treasure and the cause of sleeplessness. She is a gift of love. She is a little girl who grows up to be a friend, a partner, a mother's closest ally, an extension of herself. A daughter is a miracle that never ceases to be miraculous . . .full of beauty and forever beautiful . . . loving and caring and truly amazing. A daughter is one of the most beautiful gifts this World has to give. She may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.
What is a daughter ?
She is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.
Am I a proud Mommy ?
You betcha, I am !
She is a contributing member of society with a full-time job, a devoted wife, a loving-caring Mother of two . . . and in her free time, she has gone back to school, and this May, will have completed a Master's Degree.
Am I a proud Mother ?
You betcha, I am !
There are, of course, many many stories that come to mind, so while my mind can still remember them, here are just a few:
Our friend and doctor, Herbert Rowland called Brookie his little grubber.
One reason is because she was responsible for eating all the weather stripping off our doors. The good doc said, "A little roughage never hurt anyone. "
Then there was the time when I could tell she had something in her mouth, so like any good mother, I reached in with my fore finger and pulled out a black bug. A LIVE black bug ! We discusssed possibly discontinuing our contract with Orkin since we had an in-house bug eater.
Then there was the time her grubber-instincts sent us to the emergency room. She got-a-hold-of a bottle of Selsun Blue. How much she drank, no one knows. This was during the era of Syrup of Ipecac. Lawerence Welk would have welcomed having her sit behind the orchestra because she blew bubbles out her mouth and nose for an extended period of time.
Then there was the time I was unloading laundry from the dryer, and I accidentally tried to knock my funny bone off my arm. If you've ever done this, you know how very painful this can be. I dropped the S-bomb and as I turned to sit on the floor to regain consciousness, there stood my two-year-old. She had no problem repeating that word . . .over and over and over again. A few hours later, my parents arrived. The doorbell rang and as I opened the door, Brookie greeted them with, "Mommy said shit-shit-shit."
Then there was the time she wanted in her sister's bedroom. It was a rule at our house that a closed door must be knocked upon. She loved more than anything to be in her sister's room. I heard this little knock-knock-knock on LA's door and her sister asked, "Who is it ?" Brookie replied, "It's yu-aah Muth-ah."
Then there was the time it was a typical morning with everyone trying to get ready, eat breakfast, find back packs. . . you know the drill ! As I picked up a towel in the bathroom, noticing a glob of black something or other drop out of it, I heard a scream from the kitchen, "M-o-o-o-o-m-m-m-m-m-m !" The kind of scream that makes a Mother's hair stand straight up on the back of her neck. Brookie had instructed her older sister to, "Feel right here." Right here was where her bangs used to to be. She had taken some very sharp shears, laid them flat on her head, and whacked-whacked-whacked-off her bangs. This was prompted by a conversation she had heard between LA and me that she didn't want bangs anymore and planned to "grow them out." Brookie, wanting to be just like her sister, speeded up the process, and did away with her bangs in three whacks with the scissors. The glob of black that fell out of the towel was her bangs.
Then there was the time we were making brownies. Brookie was about four. The teacher in me was always ready for that teachable moment, so we proceeded with step-by-step instructions. She was instructed to "grease the bottom of the pan."
She took a handful. . .
a h-a-n-d-f-u-l. . .
I said a H-A-N-D-F-U-L
of Crisco and greased the BOTTOM of the pan.
Not the "inside" bottom of the pan. The "outside" bottom of the pan.
I won't mention that she was a biter.
No, I won't do that.
I could go on and on and on . . .
. . . but I won't.
I just finish with this . . .
Am I a proud Mommy ?
You betcha I am !
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