And Now She Is 9

As a newborn she wore the Bambi shirt. Now her doll wears it.

Kirsten, American Girl Doll — 18″ tall.

Kelly at birth — 18.5″ tall.

Kelly today — very petite for her age. But perfectly perfect in every way.

Happy Birthday, Angel.  Mom and Dad love you more than anything!

I know you’re not officially 9 until 2:10 p.m. but I couldn’t wait to post this!!  Of course you’re sleeping now anyway.

Sweet dreams, Angel. Sweet dreams.

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 don’t werry — i catched the bloon!

Outside An Ice Skating Rink Yesterday

What a blessing I forgot Kung Fu was canceled yesterday!

That gave us an hour to kill before a birthday party, during which I was treated to a most enchanting concert…

[As I mentioned to Daisy, the volume seems better via headphones, hope you all can hear her fine!]

Angel Of Delight In The Garden

There’s Kelly at age 5 in our backyard in her Snow White wig.

There’s me zooming in on her face in that same picture.

There’s a map of our backyard.

(Except the summer she was 5 we were still a year away from getting her little swimming pool.)

(And her dad would not begin constructing her tree house for another year and a half — built it with his own two hands, he did — top to bottom.)

There’s the swimming pool… I got it for $300, landed. (Assembled it myself!  I mentioned I kick ass on occasion, right?)

There’s the tree house, a shot I took about 2 months ago.

There’s that donut  hole photo of Austin I took.

Austin, Texas, that is — where we live.

And guess what?!!??

Another Angel of Delight — Lori of the Jane Be Nimble blog garden, has an interview post about me up — a post with all-new Jannie tidbits, and one that beautifully showcases that entire donut (less a couple bites.)

Hope you’ll join us over there on Lori’s front porch?!

With love from your ever humble blogging servant,
Jannie
xoxoxoxo

There was Kelly helping her dad build the treehouse when she was 6. (She’s almost 9 now!)

P.S.  If I’m not posting as often as usual this coming week — don’t worry.  I’ll be immersed in any combo of the following…

— going into the recording studio on 2 or 3 of my new songs
— launching my big eBay selling blitz
— catching up on reading your blogs
— answering your lovely comments on this post
— finally mopping those floors!

xoxoxxoxoxxooxoxo

What HTML Coding Has Taught Me Thus Far — a poem

What my success with HTML coding
has taught me thus far is I could probably
still be a brain surgeon or an astronaut
or an equestrienne or a master boat builder,
or a Michelangelo of childrens’ face painting.
HTML code — I am so whooping your butt!

(end of deep and enigmatic poem)

If you or someone you love is a poet, please feel free to hop on board Jingle’s Thursday Poetry Rally train. It’s a blast!

Yes, it’s still Wednesday here as I post this, but it’s Thursday in Australia.

And Australia rocks! Can’t wait for my maiden voyage there.

How ’bout you?  Have any experience whooping the butt of HTML code?

Posted with love,
by Jannie
xoxoxoo

P.S. Kelly’s face was painted by a gal who does that kind of stuff for a living.

Dancingly Strange (a.k.a. “weird in the blogosphere”) — a poem

Yes, I’m a weird one

trailing eddies of  x’s

and o’s as I flit about,

my comments sometimes

too long, rambling and / or

too Blue Bunnily cavorted,

and / or too frequent or

too infrequent, or just

too dancingly strange.

Yes, I’m weird and change

up my header a lot due to

my new PaintShoPro toy…

but please know I’m harmless,

and always so glad to see you

when you twirl on over here.

🙂

Hey, how’s that for a crazy 1-minute poem?

Now let me find a dancingly sweet photo for it. 

Ah ha! One I took at the grand opening of Austin’s beautiful Butler Dance Center, when Kelly was 5.

It was a great dance party.

LL Cool Joe must’ve been the DJ — the tunes were so crankingly hot!

(Kelly only lasted 3 months at Ballet Austin because she was more interested in being a comedienne in class, but I did get some cute pix before we quit.  And of course, she took tap / ballet at a couple other studios from ages 2 to 4, so there are those pix and videos to cherish forever too.)

No more ballet, yet life has continued!  Who knew it ever could or would?!

And below, a little dance party break.

Friends, did you ever “quit” a class or an activity for you or your child?  And if so, how did that work out? Was it a learning experience?

And are you weird too? (Feel free to share details of that!)

🙂

With love and confections…

Jannie

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