Daddy Loves His Gal.

And I'm glad he does!

This One's For You, Dad!

ALLaboutANA

I have a new name! Let me introduce myself. My name is ALLaboutANA. See the Allana in there? See the Ana at the end? Ana is my "friend". She tells me what to do, and I do what she tells me to do! I'm all about her! She has told me that I need to talk about my wonderful parents in my blog, so that's what I'm doing now.

They are wonderful parents and I don't get to see them as often as I would like to. We had Thanksgiving together (at ANA's house, of course) and I'm looking forward to seeing them in a few weeks! (Can't wait!!) I snapped this great shot of them at a local park this past Thanksgiving, after Dad took quite a few family pictures for me (and a few pics of the ground, too) He took the picture you see in my header.

So, Dad and Mom, you may not appear very often in my blog, but you are always and forever in my heart! (ANA did NOT tell me to say that. I truly mean it.)


Happy, Ana?? :-)

Brace Yourself!

Braces...the gift that keeps on giving. Things were light for Rebecca (who, by the way, has asked to change her name to Rebekah, and will hereafter be referred to as such, until such a time as she changes her mind) under the Christmas tree this year. Her gift came in the form of metal in the mouth. So far, Rebekah is the only of our children who's teeth didn't get the message that they were to grow nice, straight and even. A money whooping will set them straight! We should have done this last year, but didn't know how things would go financially...hindsight.

This is a pretty good before shot. You can see her naughty teeth.


Dr. Bradford setting in the brackets.


All set, waiting for the glue to completely dry.


It has now been 4 weeks, and wowza! What a difference already! Rebekah is blessed that her teeth are moving so quickly and easily! Go back and look at the first picture! Merry Christmas, Rebekah, AND.....Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Birthday, Easter, Christmas 2011...etc. (How long can I milk this?)

Boys 2 Men

Little boys. This is the second time in the last week that James has hurt "that" finger. And of course, he has to show it to me! How do I explain what that "sign" means? He is only 4 and he thinks the moon is a moom. And that Batman has a soup. (suit) Innocence doesn't last forever. I think I'll kiss the boo-boo and let it go for another year.



Men. My man. Wonder what's got him riled up? Could it be that his only daughter is almost 16? Beware, boys. Be VERY afraid. Next thing he'll be doing is writing names on the bullets.