it's nice to know that some things haven't changed...

... yet.

random : on my mind

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about our family unit – the similarities between us, as well as the differences. Those things that make us uniquely individual people.

The three of us here on Woodburn Drive are undoubtedly distinctive, diverse individuals. And yet we are all very similar. We all have very creative minds. We all have very sensitive hearts. We all have an excess of spunk.

Physically, we match. We are all short. And yet there is one thing that separates us. Our eye color. Brian and Ammon both have deep, penetrating dark brown eyes. Mine? Baby blue, through and through. And while this is so not a very flattering picture of us, the Thomases Three – we are on vacation at the beach, exhausted and disgustingly hot (you can actually see the moisture in the air – s.i.c.k) – but, it is the most handy depiction of the point at hand.

I’ve never liked my eyes. And yet, I find myself admiring them now. Admiring them and the lively personality that they have.

On a normal day, my eyes are a deep azure blue. When outside, they have a cerulean hue. When I wear blue – my eyes are a vivid indigo. When I wear purple – startling violet. When I wake up from a deep sleep – those rare occasions – they are green with a yellowish tinge. And yet after I cry, my eyes look like a crystal-blue sea – a cloudless sky.

Don’t get me wrong: I cherish my brown-eyed boys. Easily done, as brown eyes are my very favorite. But… I love my blue eyes. Maybe one of these days, genetics will forget that brown is the dominant color, and we’ll have another set of baby blues here on Woodburn Drive.

Until then – here's looking at you, kid.

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Blue eyes -
Baby’s got blue eyes.
Like a deep blue sea
on a blue, blue day.

Blue eyes -
Baby’s got blue eyes.
When the morning comes
I’ll be far away.
And I say -

Blue eyes
holding back the tears,
holding back the pain.
Baby’s got blue eyes…
and she’s alone again.

Blue eyes -
Baby’s got blue eyes.
Like a clear blue sky
watching over me.

Blue eyes -
Oh, I love blue eyes.
When I’m by her side
where I long to be.
I will see –

Blue eyes laughing in the sun,
laughing in the rain.
Baby’s got blue eyes…
and I am home again.

Blue Eyes; Gary Osborne

ode to one who is almost two

Apparently – a certain little boy has not yet fully learned the concept of ‘consequence’.

Big word.

Means lump on head.

Although this particular scrap – this purple ear – was caused by a complete accident… most of the bumps, bruises and other calamities that this boy brings upon himself are not. Ammon is nothing short of a complete daredevil. He. Is. Wild. I laugh riotously to myself whenever any random person comments on his ‘mellow’ personality. Oh what these poor souls do not know about this boy.

In honor of Ammon’s official entrance into that wonder of joys, the terrible two’s – Brian and I have opted to share with you Ammon’s 2-year old theme song. Simply titled, ‘Prisoner of Society’, it fits him to a tee:

Well, we don't need no one to tell us what to do.

Oh, yes, we're on our own and there's nothing you can do.

So we don't need no one like you –

to tell us what to do.

We don't refer to the past when showing what we've done.

The generation gap means the war is never won.

The past is in your head –

The future's in our hands.

‘Cause I'm a brat –

and I know everything.

And I talk back –

‘Cause I'm not listening

to anything you say.

And if you count to three – 1, 2, 3 –
you'll see there's no emergency.

You'll see I'm not the enemy,

just a prisoner of society.

‘Prisoner of Society’ by Living End

- Happy 200th Post -

From:

The Happy Thomas Family... Here on Woodburn Drive.