Lola Moon at our preschool, where I teach and she comes and hangs out after school
Lola and Mr. Curry arrive home in Blue Thunder on a fine sunny day
Chelsea King's ribbons hang on poles, cars, windows and doors all over my town, in solidarity, in comfort, in memorial. This is a street close to my house.
Lola is becoming famous for her Birthday Card cakes :)
Bellatrix 'yaxis (relaxes, when my kids were small)
The dog I had growing up--number 2 of the dog-loves-of-my-life--was named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. We called him Wolfie and he was about as un wolf-like as a dog can get.
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Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
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The dog I had growing up--number 2 of the dog-loves-of-my-life--was named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. We called him Wolfie and he was about as un wolf-like as a dog can get.
that 2nd photo is eighteen kind of adorable. so lovely!
xo Alison
Love all the pictures of your life, your peeps, furry and not.
(p.s.. loved that movie/song)
Happy Weekend!
Wanna dog?
Aaawwww, Wolfgang is precious! Can I borrow him? My feet are cold.
It seems to me Lola has inherited her mama's beauty.
and isn't that the loveliest line from the Sesame Street song...
I love how you manage to capture a moment.
What sweet pictures!
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The air is sweet indeed.
i love this little glimpse into your family life.
I love this glimpse into your life. Very serene and full.
Hey Maggie,
Great pix!
Sounds like you are feeling better. I'm so glad!
Peace,
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This makes me want to move to San Deigo.
Wonderful, lovely pictures...although Chelsea King's story makes me shudder with horror.
May your family stay safe and always protected.
i love you, maggie, you and your pix and poems!
you are full of life and will have a beautiful oh so beautiful baby!!
love and respect
yolanda
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