So we did this tonight, and conversation about this and that veered off in strange directions. I said when I was 15 I’d been a skinny little mite with a huge mop of hair. I looked like Cousin It. It was real attractive. The theme song to The Adam’s Family was sung, “Da-da-da, snap-snap….” We […]
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The snowstorm is over, and it’s bright, with a high arched sky, brilliant blue like a July afternoon–even though it’s 7 degrees out. Tim worked on an igloo all morning and I’m making chili. We never made it to church. The streets in the city aren’t plowed, so we don’t know where we’d park, and
We continued baking this evening, sugar cookies. Tim and Julia wanted to help Kari and me, but at some point, I just couldn’t handle it another second. Julia was touching everything and not taking turns. Tim had the angel cookies pooping on the other cookies. Yeah, that’s fun. (When Little Jay was just about this
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It’s been a quiet week, good. Here are a few pictures for fun: We have more baking to do, and frosting, and a big snowstorm is scheduled to hit tonight. Hopefully I’ll be done working this evening before the roads get bad. Then we can just be here and bake cookies all night. I guess
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Here she is. And it’s no secret she has struggled with her nephews. One’s bigger than she is and has a LOT of ideas. When he was a tiny and super-adorable new baby, she was eighteen months old and she’d cling and cry whenever I held him. It was a bit pathetic. I even named
Okay, Julia’s not going to bed. She’s been out a few times—stomach ache, feet itch, covers are tangled. This time Heidi ordered her back to bed. “But I have a question!” “No more questions today. Tomorrow. Go to bed.” But then in a minute Heidi relented and went to find out what the question was.
It snowed all day and is beautiful out tonight, bright pink sky again, muffled air. Something strange happens when it snows and sounds are amplified, like how you can stand on the shore and hear a conversation in a boat way out on the lake? Like that. This picture is disappointing, cheap little camera. Nights
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He started taking trumpet lessons last year from a sweet girl we know. He practiced, and he got better, and this fall, joined the band. Tonight was the first concert, and it was excellent. Plus, he attempted to iron this shirt himself while I was making spaghetti. It was a struggle and Maria helped out.
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