Results tagged “Katharine” from The Path to Lost End

Starting off the day, well-prepared! (Though we did end up going back to the car to leave a few things behind.)

Mommy and Kylie and random fake fossils.

Kylie, Running.

Kylie and Daddy, with Alligator in the background

This was taken at Kylie Marie's favorite exhibit, which is partly underwater, so everything appears kinda blue. It was very cool.

My Beautiful Girl

One of the other neat things about the San Antonio Zoo is their petting zoo. They have the most darling miniature goats. Though Kylie was more interested in the brushes than in the actual animals at least to start with.

But once she go the idea, I think she thought they were kinda cool. Though Mommy insisted on using a ton of wipes afterwords.

My maternal grandfather died about five years ago. He was an amazing wonderful man, who always thought I should marry an Idaho Farm Boy. Instead, I got Kyle. <grin> I think Grandpa would have approved.

My Dad and my brothers Daniel and David (Dan's in the middle). I think this is circa... let's see. It's when we were living in Holiday, and that was the year I was in fifth grade, and that would make it... Christmas of 1988? So twenty years ago... Wow. I feel old. Anyways, aren't they darling?

Now this was later. We're in the Avenues now, so I was probably somewhere between sixth and maybe eighth grade... Say early nineties and be done with it. The children are, in order, my sister Margaret, my cousin Elizabeth, my sister Elizabeth (yes, it got a little confusing sometimes while growing up <grin>), my brother David, and Me! Looking like I want to be back in bed. Yeah, I was probably in Junior High by that point. <laugh>

Me and my siblings! This was just after David came back from his mission. We went on one last vacation to Highlands, North Carolina (My Paternal Grandparents had a vacation home up there). It was wonderful and we had an amazing time. I'd forgotten how short my hair was -- though this does remind me why I don't usually post pictures of myself. Well, that and I'm usually the one taking the pictures. In order: Me, David, Margaret, Daniel, and Elizabeth.

And finally, we'll end with a current photo of Kyle and his children. I actually posted this picture already, but I was making it look artsy, and I really liked the way it came out. So there.<pbbbttthhh!>

We no longer have a guest bed, so the night before Grandma got here, we bought an air-mattress for her to sleep on and set it up downstairs in the living room. Grandma said it was pretty comfortable, but I think Kylie appreciated it more than anybody. She thought it was the funnest thing to play on since the last time we had empty cardboard boxes in the house <grin> Of course, she did manage to tumble off once and hit her head on a plug-outlet. Luckily she didn't crack open her head. Unluckily, she did crack the outlet. Daffy little girl.

During a performance of "Itsy, Bitsy Spider".

Grandma and her Grandbabies. (Some of them, at least.)

Despite an inauspicious beginning, I think Kylie really is rather fond of Sammy. She loves patting his head, though we have to watch this since she'll get so excited that patting his head mutates into patting his face, which is not so good. The refrain in our house these days is "Gentle! Gentle!"

Mommy and her Sammy.

Taking his first breath in the mean, cruel world.

Mommy, Daddy, and Sammy. (And in Mommy's defense, she'd just had major surgery, so forgive the frumpiness.)

Mommy and Sammy, sharing a moment.

It's funny, but from the very beginning he was different from Kylie. I don't remember Kylie ever looking quite as worried as Sammy does. Of course, considering that he's got a very demanding older sister, he might be right to be a little apprehensive.

Kylie's first introduction to Sammy was not auspicious, though that was partly our fault. Kyle tried to sit her down and put Sammy in her lap. The thing with Kylie is that her independent streak is a mile long. If it's not her idea, she's convinced it's a bad idea. So she took one look at Sammy, burst into tears, and proceeded to throw a min-temper-tantrum. It took her about a day to get used to him, and now the problem is keeping her away. <sigh> It's always one thing or another, isn't it?

Sammy and Grandma

One Day Old.

Kylie had no problem with the Ferris Wheel at all. She actually insisted on standing up on the seat and holding onto the wire that fences in the window. Kyle gave me the camcorder to work after the third whimper or so (that's Katharine whimpering, in case you're confused) and it helped because it gave me something to focus on. The video I took is probably useless, because we kept going from shadow to sunlight and I kept on trying to adjust the exposure to match. But it was wonderful in keeping my mind off the empty space beneath me.

Feeding Kylie in New Orleans Square. And points to me for finding an empty bench in Disneyland!

A few minutes after we set up, this old man sat down, brought out his guitar, and just started jamming. And I know that he's a paid park performer, but he had this air that he was just doing what he was in the mood to do, no matter what anybody else felt.

Kylie listening to the music and just dreaming a bit.

Kyle and Kylie relaxing a moment.

The Bugs Life portion has this whole farmer motif going on which included crates full of (apparently) real lemons. Whether they were real or not, the crates made a good seating place for Miss Kylie. She'd pulled off her bow and kicked off her sandals a few times by this point, so we decided to go for the "back to nature look" (though not as "back to nature" as she probably would have liked, 'cause that would have meant going down to diapers and I thought that was a little too naturalistic. No (almost) naked babies here!)

Kylie looking beautiful. Even without her bow <laugh>.

The weather that Wednesday was gorgeous. As long as you were in the shade. And not walking around for miles. Like people tend to do when they're at Disneyland. <sigh>

Mommy and Baby. The hat is to prevent my nose from burning any more than it already had. Luckily, we kept Kylie covered enough that she didn't get any sunburn at all.

At the park entrance, the very first day. I actually didn't mind pushing the stroller around, as it gave me something to lean on and help support my waddling. Next time we go to Disneyland though, I'm beginning a strict training regime of walking at least a few months in advance!

At Snow White's wishing well. There had been a lot of rain the previous days, so I remember the fish that spout water were actually under water. Still very pretty, of course.

Disneyland is awash in funny-looking hats. Unfortunately, Kylie's reached the stage where when she doesn't want something on her head, she's more than capable of pulling it off. We had to be really quick with the camera.

My wonderful husband, in a rare moment of repose.

Getting Ready

Good thing Dad is a professional!

It's hard to get the stuff in the back when you can't sit up yet!

Our evening routine

I think Kylie's ears make her look like an elf. Or a goblin. One of those two. <grin>

Mommy and Baby.

In her swing, looking at her "higher power" as Kyle calls it (otherwise known as a small concave mirror.)

and

Playing with her boppy.

Completely conked out.