Trios of Fun

One of the first composition principles a student of photography learns is the rule of thirds.

Storytelling, too, can rely on the rule of three, using repetition of a part of the story to build and then resolve tension.

But what about the number three applied to life and people?

When it comes to a trio of children, the general rule is usually FUN!

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Born into a family of three children, I already know this.
Of course, I also know the mischief three little people can get up to.

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I was looking after my grandchildren one day, when they and their friend asked me if they could paint their faces. Thinking that the girls, being older, had the good judgement not to use markers, I said “Sure, go ahead.”

Off they went to their playroom. To make a long story short, it took quite a bit of soap and elbow grease that night to erase most of the wonderful face art by marker (so my daughter informed me). Our little boy ended up sporting green eyebrows for a couple of weeks!

Oh dear. My bad.

The moral of the story? Grandmas can make boo-boos sometimes too.

Fun is not limited to children, of course. Get the right three adults together and laughter will surely ensue.

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When that trio includes my husband and his sister Julie,
who both love hamming it up for the camera, fun is guaranteed.

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Three’s a crowd? Not around here. We just needed more wine.*

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“There is something magical about three, you know – a trio is tight and nicely economical.” ~ Ian Williams

“If two wrongs don’t make a right, try three.” ~ Laurence J. Peter 

“To succeed in life, you need three things: a wish bone, a back bone and a funny bone.” ~ Reba McEntire

What trio comes to your mind when you think of fun and camaraderie?

WPC: Trio

WTT: Camaraderie

Three-Day Quote Challenge

* “Photos of us” taken by Paul Sautter

Times Change: My Boy & Me

As promised, here is Part Two of yesterday’s post, where I continue down memory lane, this time with my son Brian. Unfortunately, most of the photos from his childhood do not include me (I was holding the camera), so I filled in with other loved ones.

My Mom & Dad with Brian
 Brian with his Nanny & Poppy Kelland
Isn't he cute? <3
In the bathtub. Isn’t he cute?
First Birthday - with Corina & Denise
First Birthday – with Corina & Denise
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There you are, Mommy, to clean up my mess – or to feed me cake crumbs 🙂
An oldie but goodie - making bread
An oldie but goodie – making bread
Handsome little Man
Handsome little Man
with Nan & Pop again
with Nan & Pop again
Celebrating Grad Day
Celebrating Grad Day
How big you've grown, my boy!
How big you’ve grown, my boy

~ So ends this two-part series of my Blast From the Past. ~

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Change

What does change mean to you?

The Youngest Man In My Life


Meet the little fellow who happens to own a giant chunk of my heart.  At just four years of age, “J” is the youngest person in my family, and in my life.

In many ways, my grandson J is your typical little boy. He likes to do the things his dad does, which includes everything from working on the car..

…to collecting Star Wars figurines!  And like most little boys, J loves to get up close and personal with wiggly, wriggly things.

Usually our little man doesn’t mind getting his picture taken…


..but not always. 🙂

When I go to visit my little grandson, at first he is usually very shy, and his first instinct is to hide behind his mother’s legs. Then out of the blue, he suddenly runs toward me, barreling into my waist with the sweetest, strongest hug! What makes a four-year-old boy do that?

He makes me think that I must be a pretty good grandma, and that he knows I adore him. But I bet he hasn’t any idea just how much. ♥

Baby Love

We got a phone call from our next door neighbour this morning.  The excitement in her voice was quite apparent as she announced that her daughter’s water just broke, and they, the grandparents-to-be, were getting ready to head to town for the big event.  I am so excited for them, I said to Paul.  In just a few hours they would be meeting their brand new grand-baby at last.  I couldn’t help but remember how thrilled I had been when I became a grandmother six years ago;  little Leah felt like a gift from heaven for all of us.

And now my memories have taken me back to the day I became a mom, when I was barely a woman myself.  So young I was, a child having a child.  It didn’t take me long, though, to fall in love, in a way I never had before.

Remembering that day in June
When you were small and pink and new
Your needs so urgent, your helplessness
Eclipsing all I’d planned to do

Your eyes, the bluest I’ve ever seen
Gazed into mine, I drank you in
Strawberry mark on your behind
That perfect dimple in your chin

The tiny o your lips would make
When, nursing done, you fell asleep
That newborn smell, the lightest heft
Who knew that love could feel so deep?