monkey bars
There she goes. love, Val
March 2012
birthday party pictures
Here’s my mom with Dan and Alicia’s baby. And some guys up in the room. A long time ago, we used to do kid birthday parties, but after a while they just became difficult. The kids didn’t know that many other kids, so when they were inviting only two or three people, it became pretty
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james
There he is–first Christmas 1997. He used to be so little, and soooo cute. Oh gosh, the girls and I doted on him terribly. But we had to–he was so funny and adorable, a tiny little guy with the most fabulous gopher cheeks. Jimmy, Jimmy. One day the kids were painting in the dining room
she’s one!
Heidi took the day off today to spend her birthday with her. They came for lunch, and my mom did, and Jay made sure he was here for lunch too. Heidi baked a cake. What a sweet day. And this little child, Grandma’s Girl, is just a gift. Sweet darling, this whole family didn’t even
a blanky day
Every now and then I get in the mood for this. It started this weekend, doggedly shopping for fabric. Hmm. I should have taken the pictures against a plain background. The bedspread isn’t really working here. I love this. The panel is pre-made. It was a little expensive, like $18, just for the panel, but
a guy turns six
These are pictures of him from back in the day. Yeah, he pretty much changed everything. We’d never been grandparents before. True, John and Dannell had never been parents before either. And whole ton of people became aunts and uncles, and all our parents became great grandparents. We love it. And we love YOU: energetic,
baby steps therapy, and wherever you go
Okay, the baby steps therapy–this intrigued me. This morning on Anderson Cooper, which has turned out to be a surprisingly entertaining program, a counselor was talking about cognitive therapy for anxiety and OCD, and he referred to his method as, “baby steps therapy.” p.j. was bouncing around the room being her rambunctious, funny self and
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the first of march
The first of March started out with me feeling real cranky. I get like that sometimes–like when anyone mentions taxes, even when our sweet accountant, Gladys, mentions them. (Big, loud sigh.) I love Gladys, but still. I get super touchy, and also want to bang my forehead on the desk. But soon the mood was
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