Daddy's Got a New Barrette

Hi friends,
If only, If only I could reach those barrettes with my little hand, which you see entering the frame below. Love,LK

A Determined Blogger

Hi friends!
Here I am typing one of my erudite and upbeat blog entries. I also like to mess up Mommy and Daddy's email. I responded to Mommy's boss's typically rude emails by typing randomly and sending a note that miraculously came out "Take this job and shove it." I like to handle Mommy's problems for her. Love, LK

I Show My Dolls the Rain

Hi everyone!
Tonight I let Dolly and Betty (not their original Groovy Girl Doll names) look out the window at the thundering rain. They were very impressed. Love, LK

Rats! They Got Me

Hi friends,
I'm embarrassed to say that here you will find a picture of parental triumph: Lola, down for a nap at 1:30 p.m. Love, LK

The Demolition of the Carport

Hi everybody,
Below you will find pictures of the demolition of our carport. It was so rotten that even the cinder blocks that formed the "pillars" were crumbling. This event is a watershed in our family life, since Mommy and Daddy won't be depressed by the carport anymore. Thanks to our across-the street neighbor Brian, the contractor who opened a keg of whoop-ass on the project. Love, LK

My First Freudian Moment

Hi friends,
The picture below is Barbie as "Island Princess," with Prince Antonio. When I was in the toystore tonight I picked up a Prince Antonio doll in its box, turned it over, and saw this image of the two "lovers" on the back. I pointed to the man and said, "Daddy!" and then to the woman and said, "Mommy!" Daddy and Mommy thought this response was so cute that Daddy picked up the box from where I had replaced it on the shelf. Mommy said, "Who's this?" I immediately responded, pointing at the man, "Daddy!" I looked at the woman again and affirmed in a voice heralding change: "Lola!"--Love, LK

My First Encounter With The Scale

Hi friends and relatives!
In the lower part of this blog you will see pictures of me in a hip new dress ensemble given to me by Grandpa Harry and Grandma Linda. Trust me, it's not a belly shirt (I'm just raising my arms above my head, exposing my milk gut).
In the pictures immediately below these words, you will see me standing on a scale. This antic resulted from Daddy's idea that we should weigh me, and then weigh Mommy's tenure portfolio, due on Tuesday. The portfolio weighs 10 pounds, spritely compared to my robust 25. Mommy and Daddy then weighed themselves. Mommy made her first big mistake in female role modeling. Forgetting that I'm getting old enough to understand and imitate, she looked down at the scale number and said, "Ouch," then stepped off. I immediately got back on the scale, looked down, said "Ouch," and got off. Mommy tells me that scale is going into a locked closet. Love, LK

Words I Said Today

Hi friends,
Today I showed my parents that I understand the concept of "our family." Mommy said to me, "Lola, Mommy, Daddy are a family." I said "family." Later I repeated "family" and "us" in a different context, and I repeated our names.
In a separate incident, I said "Cookie Monster," which is the first time I've pronounced his surname. Love, LK

Church Skipping

Hi friends,
And a top o' the Sunday morning to the lot of ya. We are skipping church this Sunday morning. Mommy's and Daddy's spirituality demands it. The two Episcopal priests currently in (temporary) residence at the church are the WORST writers of sermons that we have ever suffered since we joined the churchgoing flock. Mommy has to turn in her tenure portfolio in a week, so it is fair to say that this fortnight has been and is a miserable time in our lives. The hundred degree heat doesn't help. She said of this Sunday morning, "Every week I hope it will get better, and every week it's just awful." Irredeemable, you could say.

We will find something excellent to do instead. As you can probably see from Mommy's guest blog below, there is plenty to elicit spiritual joy in Newnan.

I myself am not so exercised about the quality of the sermons, but I don't have to hear them--that's my nursery time, and when I come back for communion, I talk moderately loudly for the rest of the service, so any annoying utterances by the priests are kept at bay. Love, LK

Guest Blogger: Mommy

Hello, Lola's Readers!

If there is anything Lola and I love, it's flowers. I took a floral tour of Newnan, Georgia this morning. I think these pictures, with their beautiful natural and architectural details, may help readers understand why some of us choose to live in the South, despite its tragic legacies. Thanks to Lola for letting me use her blog space!--Kathryn

My First Sentence

Hi friends,
I said my first subject-verb-object sentence this morning while watching Nickelodeon Junior. I said, "Mousie . . . ball. Mousie kick ball." I have provided the graphic below to give you a sense of the image that inspired me. Love, LK

Diane the Old Doll

Hi everyone,
This is my favorite doll, Diane. She is about 28 years old, and originally belonged to my Aunt Rosslyn. However, when Mommy and Aunt Rosslyn took the dolls from my grandparents' home in Louisiana in the year 2000, they switched dolls (Aunt Rosslyn now has the auburn-haired version of Diane). Coincidentally, both Mommy and Aunt Rosslyn now have daughters who "match" the switched dolls: my hair is brown and Cousin Brooke's hair is blonde. Diane looks very good for her age! Here she is wearing a white fur coat and blue dress. These dolls were purchased by my great-grandparents, Harry and Patricia (Grampy and Grammy). They had excellent taste in toys. Love, LK

Partying with Andy

Hi friends,

Here I am with Andy, my favorite friend. The second picture shows our boring parents--we have to put old people on this blog because we have some elderly readers. The final picture is of me in my new Converse pink sneakers. Party on, LK

Digging in the Dirt!

Hi friends,
Here we are during family time, digging 20 cubic feet of exhausted dirt out of our front planter. The only kind of hoe I will ever be is a backhoe! And by the way, Daddy, I conquered your precious Mr. Bigface. He looks a whole lot like a paper bag in the picture below. Love, LK

Ganging A-gley

Hi friends,
I thought I'd show you what happens around our house. In the first picture is Mommy's ambitious layer cake agenda, cooling on the proper wire racks. In the second picture is Mommy's humble Plan B, two little cakes, one carved up before it could cool enough to be frosted. Anarchy rocks!--LK

School Pictures

Hi friends!
Here I am at school with my best friend Mya, and, in the second picture, my beloved teacher Miss Angel. (All blog readers from non-Southern parts are invited to suspend their disbelief regarding Angel's name). My parents and I love Miss Angel! Love, LK

Mr. Bigface

Hi friends,
Daddy made this paper bag character for me because it appears in one of my favorite books. He took this picture to demonstrate to everybody how mystifying it is that I am afraid to put it on as a costume.
I am having a lot of fun repeating the ends of other people's sentences. When I was playing with my cup last night, Mommy said, "Drink it or Lose it." I repeated emphatically, "Lose it." Also, when Mommy mentioned that I show all the signs of growing into the self-confident high school tennis champ "juggernaut" that Mommy dreamed I'd become before I was born, Daddy said, "Lola, say 'juggernaut.'" I pronounced it pretty well: shu ga not. I guess my new nickname is "sugarnaut." Love, LK