Kazzie Bradshaw

Kazzie has been the recipient of many, many wonderful previously-loved clothes and toys from cousins and friends, as well as some shiny new things. Yesterday she wished to model some of her footwear. Thank you to Auntie Meredith for the beautiful shoes!!! (The Kaz also acquired a pair of wellies (I think from Miss N via Rach?) but wouldn't hold her foot stiff enough for me to get them on.)



If I'm not mistaken, the onesie came in the hernia-inducing box from Iowa (Auntie Jane and Co.). People have been so generous and the Spaz appreciates all her treasures! Sometimes she changes several outfits a day and now that she's started to put a little meat on her bones, the newborn stuff almost fits.

Greetings and thanks to everybody! (Spazzy little wave)

WAH!

UNCENSORED!

Too hot to hook

or so you'd think. I'm not sure how hard up I'd have to be to pour myself into a black nylon dress and put on high heels and stand on a street corner, then get it on with a sweaty stranger in 42-degree (Celsius) heat. I imagine I'd have to be pretty f-in' hard up. And this woman last night had a big smile on her face, and her hair done. O la la. Γεια στο κουράγιο σου, κοπέλα μου.

I have some good pictures of the Spaz from yesterday, but they're on K's cam, so who knows when I can share them? ALSO, there is a chance they will be subject to CENSORSHIP!!! I wish to share with my few but select readers the full breadth of personality that is KAZZIE. Unfortunately there are those who would hide some of the spazzier shots behind the censor's heavy black curtain. I am not naming names, but you can probably guess who is behind the heavy handedness.

Carrot confounds

from the rat's nest,
another snap or two,
of the wondrous niece,
bemused, befuddled and perplexed
by Carrot, rat's nest denizen and world traveller.

What to make of this wide-eyed, wide-lipped creature?

Spaz Attack!

this from KAS HQ
(the rat's nest, dontcha know):

In my waking dreams I am the ideal Auntie. My niece Kazzie and I ride our scooters through the woods, accompanied by my (our) faithful dog, the legendary King Arfur of the House of de la Haye. Kazzie is wearing a helmet and knee and elbow pads. Arfur carries sandwiches, juice boxes (Capri Sun) and art supplies in the pouches of his utility vest. I am full of fun, energy, pep and verve.

In reality, however, I have turned out to be a bit of a dud Auntie. I'm not sure I would hire me to be a free nanny some day.

In the week that I have known the Spaz, we have spent most of our time together NAPPING. I do not mean that she (rightfully, as a small baby) (and I mean small) (she is really little) naps as I flit about the rat's nest making myself useful. I mean that we both sleep sleep sleep. The spazzie life-giving energy makes for good snoozing karma.
I have one more week to recover before I go back in for the second round of the most evil chemeo yet. This time I know what to expect so it's almost worse. My neck will have barely recovered from the mega mainline before they slice into that nice chubby jugular (?) to reinsert the new one. Hopefully I'll get some energy back in the next few days and will liven up some. Then the Spaz and I will be able to hop and dance around a bit, which she seems to like when her Granny does it.

The KAS reports:
**Today during one of our naps Kazzie had a grip on one of my fingers. We were both snoozing when she suddenly had a spaz attack and squeezed my finger so hard that I woke up...
**We are all afraid that the Kaz may have inherited my nose. Both her parents have very nice noses. If, despite the best of parental intentions, you got my schnoz, Kaz, I'm really sorry, baby.
**Kazzie likes to sleep with her arms over her head, fists closed, in a victory gesture. I will try to get a pic as this is very cute.