Last week I bought stamps, and the guy asked me if I wanted a roll of 100. I told him, “Yeah, a hundred, but I don’t want the Liberty Bell ones. Do you have anything fun?” He rummaged around in the drawer and pulled up Beetle Bailey stamps. Fun. Latin Music Legends? “Oh, yeah. Fun.” […]
That’s what we had today. We were due for a day like this. It was nice, me and Heidi hanging around with the babies. There was more of the springtime hyper-ness. A can of Axe spray got sprayed and it even went in Tim’s mouth. Someone had to sit on a chair where she could
a goofing around kind of tuesday Read More »
Sleeping with mama Listening b.g. offering to share his own bottle with her oh, with aunt lydia And with me. I can’t get enough of her. These grandbabies are something else. Who knew??? t.c. grabbed me by the heart and it was over. love, Val that guy, a couple-a years ago now
Eighteen days of you. Darling, this whole family is better with you in it. love Grandma
Okay, we all know the winter has gone on far too long. It started early and nasty and hasn’t improved. Last week’s enormous, sloppy snowstorm was just too much. In an act of March rebellion, Jay never even shoveled the driveway. We revved the engine through it and then drove over the frozen ridges and
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Okay, here’s the email I sent our next-door neighbor who fixed the dryer: “Hey, The dryer is working again! We owe you something for the part and expertise, but now much? Will you let us know? Otherwise, we could have dinner, our treat. You decide. Love you all, Val” Here’s the invoice he sent back:
the bill for fixing the dryer Read More »
Morgan was so happy to see these guys. Maybe she thinks they’re puppies also? They definitely recognize their own kind. love, Val
human dust mops, or how to wear out a puppy Read More »
A deightful pic his mother took, and I swiped. He really is this cute, and spring really is this close. love you funny baby and your mama too, Grandma
Little Jay doing dishes, all of us sitting around in the kitchen, and Maria asks, “Why are you washing that Barbie again?” He was soaping her hair, rinsing her under the faucet “Beats me–she’s back in the dishes again.” Big Jay asked, “Who keeps doing this? I washed her yesterday.” Little Jay: “I don’t know.
Was very fine. It was the first 50 degree day in many months. In the car, I realized I was too hot–but we were all wearing winter coats. For fun, I opened the sun roof and b.g.’s eyes were surprised as the glass slid back and the scent of cool muddy air filled the car.
