A Boy, a Cradle and a Baby

I took two of my boys to the desert because I've been wanting to try some things.

The big one was a little upset with me for not telling him to wear shoes instead of flips because of all the stickers and weeds and itchy little plants, so we tried to position him in the less weedy of areas. But alas, I do so love me some weeds.....and sweet flare so I would be remiss if I didn't say he had to suffer through the weeds the tiniest bit to get in that "just right" position for dear ol' mom.

Ahhhh, Master C has some outrageous eyeballs. They astound me sometimes.



We also had to be careful of snakes...you never know, so I didn't let him run a muck through the desert wilderness. He stayed close at hand snacking on Starburst Jelly Beans to pass the time.


And on to the cradle....my dear, sweet, talented mother made this cradle for me (and one for each of my sisters) when I was a kid for my dolls and I have been carrying it around all these years...Miss B used it when she was younger. Anyway, I found it in my closet and had to try it out with Q in the desert. It was a success I think.


Just an up close of those chubby fingers and rolls....for posterity.


And some of the baby blues.



Another flare, I'm addicted.


Now me and Dennis have a date next. He's been dying to go, but I need to figure out how to hide his cast....hmmmm....