Distracted


Distracted. In the best possible way. A 70 degree afternoon in February.

We chased our shadows, visited the slide at the park, and let mommy go visit her friends.

Macaroni and Cheese.

Grandma and Curly Mop.

Kisses and hugs.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Fun and games...:)

HOW in the world did you get 70 degrees when we're hovering in the SE in the 30s?

But I AM glad for you and Miss Mop of Curls :) (and Amanda).
6:56 PM, February 17, 2007
Susie said…
It was gorgeous here too! So glad you got some lovely weather and a grandchild to share a sunny day!
:)
7:07 PM, February 17, 2007
Anonymous said…
Buttercup is jealous
7:41 PM, February 17, 2007
Anonymous said…
It must have been so nice to go outdoors and play! Looks like she had a wonderful time! Enjoy the sunshine!
12:44 AM, February 18, 2007
Jo said…
the weather is very hot here, that is a gorgeous photo, love photos like that.
1:34 AM, February 18, 2007
Irene said…
Where can I order a wheelbarrow like that for my son? :p
2:10 AM, February 18, 2007
Peter said…
Hi Pamela, the joke you mentioned goes;
To the dump, to the dump to the dump dump dump, to the dump......... dump dump, and is to the tune of the William Tell Overture (the theme music for the Lone Ranger)
3:39 AM, February 18, 2007
Jeanette said…
Gorgeous photo of your little grandaughter in the barrow. We had another very hot day here 40C=102f
4:46 AM, February 18, 2007
Anonymous said…
it always amazes me when temperatures rise or fall by 20 or 30 degrees in the matter of hours!! It doesn't seem "possible"!
5:13 AM, February 18, 2007
Carole Burant said…
It's -7F here this morning....please send some of that heat you're getting!!! Sheesh! Adorable picture of your daughter...it certainly did look like a gorgeous day to go to the park:-)
6:12 AM, February 18, 2007
M@ said…
Looks kind of like Buttercup. I can't believe it's that warm out there. It's cold here but I know we're only two or three months from a 97-degree, 100% humidity week-long heat wave....
9:30 AM, February 18, 2007
Anonymous said…
Sounds wonderful!

It's 20 degrees here today, and that's pretty warm for us lately. I just came in from cleaning the car inside and out--we were outside to enjoy the warm weather, LOL.
11:02 AM, February 18, 2007
Judypatooote said…
Curley mop is so cute.....she looks so innocent....but she looks like she is a thinker.....thanks for sharing the picture.....
12:46 PM, February 18, 2007
Kelly Curtis said…
what a fantastic day -- and in so many ways!!!
3:05 PM, February 18, 2007
Shauna said…
how fun! it's finally warming up here. . .
7:00 PM, February 18, 2007
Anonymous said…
Ohhh, grandma pajamela. It was in the 70's here today too. I love your picture and your grandma-ness. :)
9:37 PM, February 18, 2007
Brooke - Little Miss Moi said…
Dear Pamela. I think we have swapped - USA has the warm weather now, and Urkaine has the cold weather.

The wheelbarrow photo is very cute.
10:16 PM, February 18, 2007
Heather said…
Cute.
Okay, my bloglines told me that you had a story about Contessa. The story made me laugh. I came here to tell you that it made me laugh. Only the story is not here.
Huh?
8:36 AM, February 19, 2007
Helene said…
so cute and what a pretty yard! Even in the winter!
6:23 AM, February 20, 2007
Anonymous said…
Totally jelous we only hit 50 degrees;) But it sounds like a lovely day!!
8:15 AM, February 20, 2007
Anonymous said…
wow, that's warm. It's been freezing bitter cold, windy cold here.

Love the picture, love that curly mop got that special grandma time with you.
10:32 AM, February 20, 2007
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