Last Friday some guys came to play for a while. It was a wild little cousin fest. The nap lasted between two and four seconds and then they hid in the closet, and found the shelf with my pajamas and tried those on. And now it is the last day of July, which is my […]
It’s past midnight now, so the birthday was officially yesterday even though it still feels like today. I hope it was a great day. When I talked to Dan about a birthday party, in all overwhelmed honesty the answer was: “Let’s do it with Tim’s birthday.” I so appreciate a true story, the real truth,
Happy Anniversary! Jay’s parents, sixty years. Some pictures from the party: This makes me laugh a little–the next generation of mommies making lots of little plates for lots of little people. And then the wound up little darlings barely eat anyway at a party. I’ve scraped thousands of meals into the trash–probably enough to have
Lydia got to pet cats as much as she wanted. I took no pictures the whole day, forgot the camera was even in my purse. These pictures are Maria’s or my niece’s. My Aunt Anita and Uncle Roger hosted this picnic at their house. It’s beautiful there at their big farm in the woods.
Here’s Maria. Today was the day the wisdom teeth came out. I used to think this was somewhat of a racket, an invented problem. Now I’m not sure. Jay’s wisdom teeth finally caused him trouble in his thirties and it was a tough surgery. His upper sinus cavity was punctured in the process and he
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Yes, it is, astonishing. We laughed about this, how fussy they are at the public pool about every little thing. At the resort pool, smoking is fine IN the pool. There’s a swim up bar. Kids dragged a big lawn chair off the edge, and nobody cared. We observed and ordered chicken wings. They came
And yes with the Justin Bieber cake again. We picked it up at the bakery and the baker seemed just as amused by his creation as he did last year. It was a different baker, but he brought it out and asked, “So who is Julia?” And then he peeped the lid open so she
Okay, I came home to this the other night. That’s the spindle with the paper towels. I asked what happened, not that I care I guess, but there must be some explanation. It was Lydia. “I wanted to see how long it was, but then it didn’t roll back up all that well.” Yes, indeed.
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We went to them, and the little kids are so little they don’t really remember Lori. They know her through the voice of all the rest of us. Well, the story is this: For years and years, Lori would have us to her house for supper, and make bbq chicken, and late in the evening,
