A Handful Of Danger

My Dearest Danger,

You are a full hand now.

We can now say "High Danger" for a full year when we slap hands.

You are a crazy, wild, whirl-wind of thoughts, stories, ideas, and motion.

You love so many things:

• Kittens

• Puppies

•  Zombies 

•  Ghosts 

•  Rainbows 

•  Glitter 

•  Princesses 

•  Horses 

•  Dolls 

•  High Fashion 

•  Chickens 

•  Riding Horses 

•  Dancing 

•  Singing 

•  Twirling

You are a force that I don't think the world will ever be ready for.

I love you Danger. Don't ever change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four Years Full Of Danger

November 17, 2010 11:58AM

Wesleyann Sabbath Meyer made her presence known, and it was the most perfect sound in the world.

It was five whole minutes before I got to see her after I first heard her.
Those five minutes felt more like hours.

She earned her nickname early and honestly, and she has been our Danger Baby ever since.

The Angry Midget couldn't wait to meet her new sister.

A year old, and still no teeth.

Every shoe box was a hat.

Visiting her friend Junior. 

Caesar is her snuggle buddy. 

Zoo Camp was a fun diversion this summer,
and got the nod of approval for next summer too.

This year she became my little frozen Elsa.

How is it possible that you are already four years old Little Danger? 

Happy Birthday Darling Girl!

Mama Loves You

A Decade Of Midget Anger

The Angry Midget turns ten today. At the exact moment that this post goes live, in fact.

Ten years. That's big folks.

Double digits. Last year on the hands. Last year in elementary school.

My Angry Midget is not so little any more. She's nearly as tall as me. Less than a foot to go.

She is always teaching me. Always. Usually she's teaching me about patience.

Happy Birthday, Midge. I love you. No matter what.