Sorry for the quiet

The kids’ grandma, my mom, is pretty sick, which uses all my “think of witty things to say” processing power. So have a picture dump. Your job- come up with witty things to say about them.  I know you’re sorry about my mom, you don’t need to say that part. Just make me laugh.
   
    
    
  
 

But I don’t want to get up

The view to my left: 

  
And the view to my right:

  

At the doctor

Waiting patiently for Rhizome’s name to be called.  

 

My little flapper

Big into beautiful hair bows and glitter, this girl.