Baby TheaI haven't posted many photos of Baby Thea and now, at 14 months, she suddenly is not a baby anymore, she's Thea Belle. This is all going way too fast if you ask me. Anyway, I thought I'd better do a little catch up because it's quite clear that keeping up with Thea Belle is a full time job. These photos are from a recent graduation party for two of her cousins and an uncle.
Thea Belle
gettin' down
in her little brown dress.
Good thing cousin Dillon
is now a lawyer.
A lady always
needs someone
to watch her back.
8 comments:
She is so fabulous with her starlet sunglasses and obvious life of the party attitude!
Yes. YIKES!!! I am already worried that she may be showing signs of being her grandma's granddaughter. :)
yes, but it's Thea Belle
K: Ooops. Belle. Ahhhh.... but of course. Damn. My deepest apologies. When you said, "Belle", I saw "bell" for which I blame Ezra Pound.
It's all the fault of poetry, isn't it mother. i blame to poets too.
Which is worse, poets or slugs?
i can't even begin to comprehend the answer to that question. slugs cause a visceral and immediate shudder. poet/try exposure evokes more of an intellectual, smoldering irritation known to be near fatal... present company excluded of course.
in very rare circumstances if one were exposed the both the slug and the poet, the yin and the yang, embodied in one incarnation it might set one in a fit of pique for life.
In such a circumstance, does the being have two souls? do they cancel each other out? does it have a net -2 souls?
K. Ah.... now you have brought us to the very deep, very dark heart of the matter.
If the yin and yang of the soul's underbelly... the poet and the slug... met... inner eye to optic tentacle... and became embodied in one incarnation they would not, as you suggest, cancel each other out. The result would not be a net -2 souls. Sit down now child and center yourself, so that the truth of the matter does not sweep you off your feet.
If the poet and the slug were to combine, each by nature hermaphroditic, as the soul itself is a hermaphrodite, they would inseminate one other and bear each other's young, mother and father each to the tribe. The result would be a net + of souls... poet slugs and slug poets rising up out of the moist earth, crawling over the land, lacing it with silver threads wove of poetry and slime. A true beauty to behold.
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