There just aren't many things in life better than watching little boys play! We had a family session with this darling little family - two boys - Brooks is 2 and Charlie is 4.  Both boys have the most beautiful blue eyes with the longest, thickest, dark lashes!  They had a little picnic, shot some air rockets off, kicked a soccer ball, threw a big red ball, played with cars, sang a song about boogers and laughed until they fell over, got in the water, found a stick - - - well, you get the picture. And all in a matter of minutes for the most part. Charlie was ready to play but Brooks had to kind of warm up to me. (gave me THE LOOK a couple of times- Ha!) Thankfully his mom can always make him laugh. Lots of energy, and tons of fun!

All we needed was Winnie the Pooh and Piglet to complete this blustery day session! Cousins just in town for a wedding and only one time we could squeeze it in so . . . blow away wind and we will just play and let you carry us along! Mr. Liam is one of my favorite little subjects  - so pensive and purposeful. I love to watch him - you really can see the little wheels turning in there! So when his cousins were in town recently for his Aunt Mary's wedding, we decided to have a quick little session with the 4 of them. Oh, yes, did I mention - Ryan- blond and beautiful (yes, it's a family thing) is just 2 1/2, Liam is 2, Ryan's little brother Clay is 9 months and Henry was brand new - about 7 weeks old. Yep, that's 4 under age 3! This calls for serious measures - THE BUBBLE GUN! Ryan took charge of that right away and started blowing bubbles for Liam to chase in the wind. The babies came outside for awhile, and we had grandparents too and we even got the mommies in on it a bit! All the little blue eyes in this family - hypnotizing.  WOW!


I LOVE the looks these two boys are giving their aunt while Henry is crying a little. "Aren't you going to do something?" So FUNNY!

This was last January outside my house. I understand there is a similar forecast for tomorrow through Wednesday. I'm not sure I'm ready for this again.  I think we know how Inky feels about it.

I'm not really sure who it was that thought ballet lessons for a not-quite two-year-old was a good idea. At least, I'm not sure why anyone in their right mind thought our little high-spirited, high-energy, highfalutin filly would conform to passés and pliés. Lucy commandeered the studio for an hour, through tears, tantrums, gaiety and glee. Then we left, vowing not to show our faces again....for at least a year. Oh, Lucy!    ~sophia

... on Route 66. Well that's how the saying goes anyway. The Saturday morning before Thanksgiving, Tulsa was the site of a runners' paradise at the Tulsa Route 66 Marathon. Thousands of runners turned out for event. I was only interested in one of them. Will Dunham. If you've followed my blog for any time, or know me at all, you know that I have 4 kids (and several other "almost" kids). I think they've all made an appearance on here at one time or another EXCEPT for this one. He is a very private person and I try to respect that, but, I have his permission and I'm just busting at the seams, so, I'd like to introduce you. This is my little boy.  Will Dunham. He'll be 26 in January, so not so little is a better description but  I've always referred to him as my "little bitty boy" which turned into my nickname for him "Bitty". I've tried to break that habit but, much to his chagrin, (and protests)  I still call him that! He was the littlest, cutest thing and other parents would ask "which one is yours?" and I would always say - "that little bitty one." It just stuck. Sorry, Bitty...I mean...Will. Now, he's a cute, BIG, guy. And he's a runner. He ran a relay in the Route 66 Marathon with some of his workout friends. They all had a different leg of the race and it was a blustery day, to say the least, so each had a totally different race condition to deal with on their portion. It was interesting to listen to each runners experience.  Each runner ran 5 miles thereabouts.  Will had the last leg and crossed the finish line for the team at just around 4 hours from the 7:30 a.m. start.  Not too shabby for their first marathon! (I'm pretty sure I would have been ralphing at the roadside several miles back)  Here's a few snaps from the race (and just a couple of my darling little guy when he truly was just a little bitty).  Just an aside:  I wore my Press Pass for the race so I could get back by the finish line if I ran into resistance. No one is ever very impressed by it and it doesn't exactly move mountains, but it did the job that morning! I flashed it with Authority (and a smile).  Woo Hoo!