Here they tonight on the front steps of their new house. I love selling real estate. When people find their house it’s always a magical combination of logic and emotion. Logic gets you to the houses that will work, but there’s some abstract quality that tells a person this is home. I love it when […]
We signed up for summer activities quite a while ago. This week is soccer camp, and they like it a lot. Plus it’s good for them–two hours running outside, getting their energy out. There is one college student running this show, and the kids argue–but he’s patient, keeps things moving. This is the playground that
It’s not her birthday yet, but next week it will be, and she’s turning nine. I’m chasing after mosquitoes right here in the bedroom like Jay was the night she was born, whacking them near the ceiling with a towel: “No mosquitoes are going to sting our newborn baby.” A couple days ago when we
We finally made it back to the pool again on a beautiful afternoon. This morning were thunderstorms and the kids’ soccer camp was held in the gym. But the afternoon, great. This kid was thrilled to see Tim. Tim likes to play with him too, but honestly the kid beats on him to the
John Big Jay Baby penned in the pontoon boat: Exhausted little canine: love, Val, aka Mom, Grandma
They’re working on it, and she was on her feet for a few brief moments. Something about these pictures touches my heart to the point it brings me to tears. It’s my oldest child, with his littlest sister in his arms, helping her learn to ski. This guy got on his feet and made it
Putting the pontoon boat back together again: tubing–they love it: There are a couple neighbor kids in these pics: Not over yet– love, Val
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The rug on the pontoon boat was all rotten and scrappy, so the guys replaced it. It’s a tedious job. All the aluminum parts, the seats and trim, steering, all of it–all must be removed, scrubbed down and then put back on. Ei-yi-yi. This little dog is so scared of fireworks. Here everyone (all
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This little guy came along to help be spotter. But then he wanted to sit in the bow. I teased him, “Mr. Skinny-Butt, I can’t watch you up there and these guys in the back. What if you go flying out? Come sit by me and Grandpa.” He laughed and crowded right into the seat
