Pineapples aren’t just a fruit

I don’t quite remember how I met Alicia.

She is one of those friends that once they are there they always feel like they have been there.

And if we can be friends with this photo floating around the Internet we can be friends forever. (Remember Alicia that Maggie posted it first, I got it from her!!)

Fall Dance 92

Conversations are easy and laughs are plentiful. No matter how long it has been since we last talked with each other.

She is what I like to call a low maintenance friend.

Me & Alicia

And nearly two years ago when I knew she was thinking of having one more babe to add to her family, I have to admit I thought she was a bit nuts.

She laughed and said she knew, but she didn’t think this feeling was going to go away.

Last year right before Thanksgiving I got an email telling me of little Pineapple’s arrival into the world.

And when I met her the first time, well it was love at first sight. There is just something special about knowing a babe when they were only a thought in their mommas head.

Yesterday Pineapple celebrated her first birthday. I got to love on the birthday girl and munch on her wonderful cheeks and make faces that only babies laugh at.

I can’t believe that I got to see her transform from this tiny little bit.

Infant Pineapple

Into this beautiful One Year Old.

Pineapple Age One

Thank you so much Alicia, for being my friend, for loving me, and for letting me be in your life celebrating the moments that you will want to remember forever.

Looking in from the Outside

There is this cat in our neighborhood that has adopted our porch as his home.

I know where he lives, at least where he used to live. I am not sure if he really lives there anymore.

Each morning Rex, the outside cat, and Carli, our inside cat, have a ritual. It’s almost like a game of Simon, but not really.

You do remember that game, right? I’m not the only one

They take turns pawing at the windows, almost scratching at it. First she does it, then he does it. It goes back and forth at different intervals. And then when they are done they sit on the backs of their respective couches and stare at each other through the window.

I sometimes wonder what is going through Rex’s mind when he is staring inside of our house. Is he jealous? Does he wonder how Carli got so lucky? Does he really enjoy it outside?

I go out and pet him and give him some food. He purrs the loudest purrs as he munches happily. He likes when I scratch him behind his ears.

When his belly is full and he is sufficiently petted he will wander away visiting his other friends in the neighborhood.

But everyday when the sun is shining through the windows in streams across my living room he comes back to look in from the outside.

Looking in from the outside

So what about you, do you have anyone looking in from the outside?

What’s your Super Power?

In order to use up stuff I have had forever and make things more sentimental and intentional I have been making more handmade gifts.

At first it was hard, but now I enjoy it. I look forward to that time in my craft room, being creative with what I have so that I don’t have to go out and buy more things.

Last month was my nephew’s 5th birthday, I made him a super hero cape and mask. My then three year old niece ran her fingers along the back of the cape and traced the letter A that I had sewn on the back.

“Aunt Heather, I will be four soon and I really like the cape you made for Bubbie.”

She continued on while I listened. “I would like if you could make me a cape like that for my birthday. Except if you could find the letter L instead of the A that would be good. Also instead of the red, could you make mine with purple and some sparkles, you know if it isn’t too much trouble.”

I chuckled and agreed that maybe, just maybe I could make her this special cape.

“Because when I am four I am sure to have my superpowers, Aunt Heather.”

So this Sunday we all met up for lunch at my mother’s house and the newly four year old girl ran up into my arms when she saw me in the dining room.

“Aunt Heather!!!”she exclaimed, “Did you know that today is my very special day. Today I am four years old and its my birthday! Don’t you want to say Happy Birthday to me?”

I wished her a happy birthday and took her over to her purple package that I had just for her.

I let her shake it and sniff it and she had a big smile on her face while telling me she didn’t know what was inside.

We opened the bag together and she exclaimed, “My Cape!!” before it was even out of the bag.

She asked to put it on and I happily tied it on her.

“My super powers are here and now I can jump and twirl so fast that the bad guys can’t get me!” She says as she is literally bouncing all over the place.

“You have super powers too, Aunt Heather,” she tells me.

“Really sweetie, what are they?”

“You don’t know?” she inquired.

“I am not sure sweets” I replied back.

“Love, Aunt Heather. Your super powers are love,” and she sped off to see her great uncle and the pretty package that he brought her for her special day.

Now that I know what my super powers are I need to use them more often, to not let things get me down and to remember that everything will be okay with Love.

And maybe, just maybe I will do some jumping and twirling too.

Jumping & Twirling

So what’s your Super Power?

I think they are up to something

I can’t believe that it has been nearly three weeks since I last updated my blog.

Things have been a bit crazy around here and we had another bout with some sort of intestinal bug.

Like I said before, I think my chidren are trying to kill me.

They try to convince me that they really aren’t up to anything by laughing at my jokes.

Laughing

Or by asking me to take specific photos of them because they will ‘look great on the photo wall in the living room’

Giggles

By hiking through the woods when it was 40 degrees out and looking like they truly enjoyed it.

Our family photo

And now I have my doubts to whether or not the husband is involved too, because clearly they are up to something.

The Hubby & Giggles

But whatever it is, I don’t mind…..as long as they keep letting me take their pictures.

Like a Rock Band

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