Okay, Renee sent us a package last week, a box full of bath bombs. There were all different kinds. Mine filled the bathwater with lavender seeds. The kids’ were colorful. They took pictures. It’s freaky looking. But good smelling. Last night, R, I took the rest of the gifts and passed them out. They were […]
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Okay, this kid ate his ice cream too fast and had a brain freeze headache. He told the others, “But that’s okay. To make it go away, I just drink water from yesterday.” I love that description SO MUCH. Okay, that is all. Sweetie? I do love you so. love, Your Grandma
Dan and Alicia hosted a party last night. The food was delicious, the company fun. We had a great time. Here’s a few guys in the family room downstairs. Look at John yawn. That’s how a guy looks after touring 16 homes. Cake time! (They’re testing paint colors. The walls are fine.) Here’s the gang
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We made a trip there today, to the Institute of Arts. It’s a huge, rambling building, a maze of stairways and skylights and little rooms and big chambers. When I say we–these are the people who went. Little Jay went. Here he’s pictured above with his friend Larry, all decked out for Kirsten’s ugly sweater
Tim ran past me earlier and said he was so hot he’d put his head in the drinking fountain to cool himself off. Sounds fine. Whatever. Well. A couple minutes later, we had p.j. with dripping wet bangs. Water was dripping from her eyebrows and chin. Evidently she was cooling herself off too. This week
It was the usual crowd in the living room, and the usual video games in the bedroom. This guy is taking steps now. He’s such an expert crawler though. There she is. I asked her how it was being thirteen. She laughed. Nothing changes. Awww, in this picture he looks exactly like Dannell’s dad. And
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Here’s the birthday girl in the snow. love, Val
sledding at john and dannell’s Read More »
Yesterday my sweetie, l.c. told me he had a pet snake. There’s the snake in Lydia’s hands below. I laughed and said that was a great pet: no poop, doesn’t eat much. Dannell said, “Yeah, except for when it choked him. That’s what we heard the other night, “My snake is choking me!” and he
Yes, indeed. You–thirteen years old, you are. Two years ago I bought you Barbie dolls for Christmas–fancy wedding Barbies. Awww. And now, so grown up. You make the family better–your energy and enthusiasm, your wild laughter, silly and serious, full of observations and fun. Nobody else could ever be you. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. The family
Okay, during Christmas, Kirsten was overheard giving her nephew some much needed advice. And why would we need to hear this advice? Yep. “Never run on magazines. They’re very slippery.” Yes, wise. Pay attention. love you all so, Mom, aka Grandma
