I ran into this video, and couldn’t help but use it for a Daily Post!
It has always been a dream of mine to paint like a three-year old, you know…Paint with Wild Abandon! That is exactly what Aelite Andre is doing. She must have an artist for a parent, and she must have been watching each time they painted. Aelite has way too many toys to paint with, and is having way too much fun doing it. Her parents are very special people!
What is the lesson here?
Could all this creating she is doing be giving her self-confidence. Certainly it’s giving her the love of creating. She loves to get her hands into the paint, just like many of us. Maybe this love goes way back to when we were children…
Finger painting is one of the most fun things I can think of to do while painting. I’m usually covered in pint when I get finished for the day. Somewhere, somehow it isn’t a painting if there isn’t paint all over the place.
How about you? Is finger painting part of the way you paint also? Do you see a little of yourself in Alita, or are you neet and clean when you are finished for the day? What does this say of out personalities?
Dusty playing in the bushes!
I have to update you on the bunnies….
Dusty is doing great. He is happy, healthy, fun to watch, and to be around. Since it is getting pretty hot out where they live, the bunnies spend the day inside the house, and go outside to hippity hop in the late afternoon. Nothing is cuter than watching them exploring the yard after a day inside. Sometimes they even run in big large circles to get their exercise.
Bubbles…….well, after three breedings, she still has not had any baby bunnies. And, frankly my daughter said she had given up. As it get hotter, all she can think about is fifteen little bunnies running all over their large yard. I guess it would be like having fifteen three-year olds all the time. This is why I didn’t become a teacher!
Meanwhile Tracy, my daughter decided it would be easier if the bunnies could go in and out by themselves, and the only way they would be able to do that is to train them to use the doggie door. So one Sunday afternoon, she spent a little time showing them the door, and how they can go both ways. Before very long, they were both going in and out playing a game. One afternoon when they were playing in whats left of the grass, Tracy goes into her bedroom, and this is what she found…….yep, Bubbles happily perched on her bed!
There are all kinds of surprises when you have a zoo, but for now there will be no bunnies…..
Do you remember the “Little Gecko Without A Tail?” Friday, I will tell you all about the happenings in the wonderful world of the geckos.
Thank you for Hippity Hopping by, and stopping to learn more about Dusty, and Bubbles.
My mother was an only child, raised by her mother and grandmother.
During the depression, money was tight, my grandma, and my great-grandmother had to work long hours to make ends meet.
Mom being a latchkey kid, and spending so much time alone, developed an amazing imagination. That and her dry sense of humor made us always question…fact or fiction!
When mother graduated from high school, she worked in a department store. This helped pay for clothes , and anything else she had to have s a young girl spreading her wings.
Mom, and dad met at a dance, and slowly the romance began. It was a match made in heaven. Dad a business man with General Motors, mom a beautiful young woman dreaming of her prince charming. Some say she made a great Trophy Wife! I’m not sure that was a compliment, but I’m going to take it that way!
They married on Friday the 13th, in December of 1941, and always insisted it was good luck for them. Their marriage was a good one, and they accomplished many things during their fifty-two years. Dad always told me he hoped my kids would bring me every bit as much happiness as we had brought him. As I looked back, I don’t think he meant that in a good way. We did give them grief from time to time, and both of them being only children, they didn’t always handle it well!
Mother was much more calm about things even though she didn’t have any siblings herself. She wanted a family and I have to say she handled all the chaos quite well.
Mom had stories, many stories, and we could never tell if they were true or her imagination. I always encouraged her to write, but she didn’t have any interest in putting anything into words on paper, so her stories go untold.
Except for this one…
My grandmother remarried when Mother was around fifteen, and during the reception someone needed to go to the market to get something for the party so Mother rode along. On this day it was raining, and on the way home the Model T she was riding in skidded off the road, and down an embankment landing upside down in the middle of a stream. This sounded terrifying to us as kids, but it gets better! The stream was reportedly not just full of water, and moving fast, but Mother could hear the rescuers shouting to get them out of the water quickly as there were snakes in the stream. A terrifying thing to have happen, and one would have thought both Mom and the driver would have ended up in the hospital, but not so. They were retrieved out of the water and sent home. Mom said she was covered in blood as she had hit her mouth on the dashboard. Her mother was horrified, but after checking her over, left on her honeymoon anyway.
Fack or Fiction?
We’ll never know, but my kids were told the same story without deviation, so collectively we agreed it must have been true. We just can’t even imagine something like that happening, and not going to emergency. I guess we’ve come quite for in the last seventy-five years or so… It was a good story, and there were lots of them,one of these days I’ll remember some more.
Thank you for stopping to read my story, see you soon……