Hey Pitcher, Look at Me
I’m a Monkey in a Tree
It’s kickball time here in Corpus again and that means it’s time for Monkey’s favorite cheer/chant to weasel its way back into our lives.
He walks around monk style chanting it all the time. le sigh
Today, while climbing this tree, he was sing song-ing it under his breath again.
I'm a deep-fried Southern belle, married to a cowboy boot wearin', Harley ridin’ Texan Prince Charming. I am the always proud and frequently exhausted mom to two 8th generation Texans My childhood was spent at my Granny's side learning to cook with cast iron, butter and that special southern ingredient -- love Today, I share my passion for food, family and photography with thousands of monthly readers on my blog, A Southern Fairytale. I love cute boots, my Canon camera, belly laughs with friends, the beach, my family and ellipses..."
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Hi there, Monkey!! Cute photos!!
Ha! I feel your pain, only at our house, it’s for dance class. “Shake your tail feathers” is adorable. The first 151306712348 times.
The thing about those sorts of quirks is how accessible these memories, the little throaty voice and adorable scampering, will be when you hear that refrain 40 years from now.
Beautiful blessing. The boot shot slays me.
Had to chuckle at this. I can picture the whole thing. Monkey is adorable.
He’s adorable! Love his freckles (probably already said that in another post) and no one photographs boots like you do! Enjoy the kickball season.