This is my second blog written to capture memories made with our grandchildren. The link to my first blog, "Meet Our Grandchildren," is listed below in the right hand column. Hope you have time to read some of it. Our journey to becoming grandparents has been full of adventure and much love.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Kara's Original Sketches




The above are two of Kara's latest works of art. Every time I look at these sketches, I notice something new to my eyes. I can feel the depth perception Kara creates in the gravestone sketch. The moon appears to be way off in the distance. It obviously is fall as the tree limbs are bare of their leaves. The bats in flight tell me it is night.

A few years back, Papa and I where sitting on our deck. Papa decided to open the table umbrella. When he did, bats came flying out. I was horrified. It was also the first time I had seen the tiny, intricate face of a bat. Kara's depiction is so realistic; the huge eyes, the pointed ears, the V-shaped chin, the outstretched feet.

Kara is taking private art lessons now. Her mentor must teach her to draw her subject as it looks through her eyes. But I don't have eyes like Kara's. Mine miss so many details. And if they noticed them, my hands still could not draw them. I lack that God given talent. Kara, you are so blessed.
Hugs and kisses,

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Kara and Her Krazy Klothes




Every evening is a challenge for Kara. She spends a lot of time putting together the next day's outfit. She has become a legend at Tamarac's Elementary School as the girl who wears outlandish outfits; and she pulls it off. Her fellow students wait to see what each day brings.

Kara has the ability to create in so many areas. She designs clothing. She writes great stories. She sketches realistic pictures. And she enjoys every bit of it. It doesn't get any better than that.
Hugs and kisses,

Monday, March 19, 2012

Alex Loses First Tooth - by Accident


Now, there is a story behind how Alex lost his first tooth at the age of five; rather premature. Alex and Zack were rough housing, which is far too common an occurrence at the Baldwin residence. Well, down went Alex's month against Zack's knee. Result: loose front tooth.

Not too many weeks after, Alex was biting into a marshmallow using his front teeth. Result: Alex's tooth fell out. And that, my grandchildren, is the end of the story, for now.
Hugs and kisses,

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Emily Loses First Tooth



Hugs and kisses,

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Remembering My Dad On St. Patrick's Day


There is an old saying "Everyone is Irish on Saint Patrick's day." If you walk by places that sell alcohol, you might think this is the case. Well, most of those people only wish they were Irish. Doesn't everyone?

My father, your great-grandfather, was Irish to the core. I remember hearing him sing, "My Wild Irish Rose," to my Mom, who by the way, was 100% French. If I close my eyes, I can vividly see great-grandpa Harpy pretending he was playing an instrument and belting out an Irish lullaby.

We had a standard song that was a must at our wedding receptions. At the end of the evening, the last song sung was "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling." I remember having tears in my eyes when our family stood and sang this song together.

Just another awesome memory. And just in case you've never heard the song, here it is:



When Irish Eyes Are Smiling


~Lyrics by Chancellor Olcott and
George Graff, Jr.


There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Hugs and kisses,