cupcake
But then there’s this, a cupcake sealed up and left for me to find in the middle of the night. love you, Lydia, MOM
school bus stories
This YouTube thing about the school bus attendant being abused by kids on the bus? I haven’t watched it–don’t want to view that, a little cute lady being talked bad to by young jerks? No. My kids hardly went to school back in the 80s before we quit, but we had a couple years of
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the pool and the parade
First we went to the little pool. This is Lydia, aka Kari, putting sunblock on p.j. Back when my oldest kids were little sunblock wasn’t even invented. If I had concerns, they wore a shirt. None of the kids were prone to sunburn, luckily. She loved playing with the doll dishes, and we had to
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back to the little pool
We went to the little pool for the first time today. When we’re there it is as if only summer has ever existed at all. I remember driving by this pool when it was full of snow a few months ago. But sitting there today, it was never winter, was it? Nah. She doesn’t remember
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where is he??
He wasn’t actually lost at all. We just thought he was–Lydia had followed along with him and taken him on a walk back to the field. We were all working–Alicia was nursing her baby. I was cleaning and packing inside. The men were putting the trailer away. The older kids were in the yard putting
going for a ride
John dragged us off the beaten track a little yesterday, first to go to my parents’ place in Wisconsin to pick up this old Power Wheels truck he and Dan gave to James for his third birthday. (James is 15 now, and the thing was stored in my parents’ barn.) Then he made us stop
father’s day weekend, 2012
There’s the father, the dad of this gang. Here is part of that gang. They went to the sand bar, and Sam followed along. And swam back with them, supervising. This is Lydia, aka Kari, having a conversation with her littlest nephew. (He’s cooing to us now.) Dan and b.g.’s little brother, t.g. Okay, John told
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john’s birthday
They’re practicing dribbling and passing here because we have no hoop at the moment. James saved up to buy a new one and so the old one has been removed and the cement must dry for three days before they can put the taller pole on the portion that gets buried in concrete. There were problems
thirty three
Here are a few old pictures, John, from your 12th birthday, which you said was about the finest birthday celebration of your entire life. Do you see Ryan? He was so tiny. Anyway, looking at these feels like looking at someone else’s life almost, it was so long ago. I loved then, and I love
a new beginning
b.g. and his bald headed brother are going to be babysat at their aunt’s house starting next week. So today is the last of the regular days of going nuts at Grandma’s. We’ve been doing this since he was a wee baby, so it’ll be strange to not. It’s going to be pretty quiet around here.