We are getting ready for Little Jay’s graduation party next Friday. Oh, yeah. Jay put roasts in the oven to cook and then did landscaping clean up. In the rain, he did this. Yep. He doesn’t even complain. I don’t get it. He’ll wail away about government paperwork, but with rain dribbling down the neck […]
There is a cocoon on our house, over the back steps, near one of the dryer vents. Last night, the caterpillar attached itself to the edge of the siding, hung upside down in the typical getting-ready-to-transform J shape and hung there trembling. This morning there’s a cocoon. Tim was a little freaked out by these
Okay, this meets the official definition of horseplay, I’m sure of it. These are lovely pictures, eh? When their FATHER got on the bike, that’s when I left. I had NO desire to witness or record his tragic demise. He’s bigger than these guys, and I saw the tire slip a bit when one of
The afternoon was spent amusing b.g. on the patio, and also catching bugs. Santa gave Tim this little device with a magnifying lens for looking at bugs, and it is pretty fun. He used a catalpa pod to flick them into the tube and then turned the lens so we could see them, and then
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A lot of people use my camera besides just me, and often pictures turn up where I pause and wonder what is going on. Here are a few from the weekend. I don’t have answers. Good thing James has a haircut scheduled. Okay, that’s weird. I’m sure there’s a story there. And probably here too…
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This is where the kids believe the tooth fairy lives. None of them have ever caught her at home… But that doesn’t stop them from checking. love, Val
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I’ve been dreading this day for years, dreading how it was going feel. It was the last day of preschool for the last child. Julia is my baby. We’re done. We’ve done milked this thing as long as anyone could. This place and these people have been part of our life for 28 years. Week
Okay, this story is just too damned good not to share. It’s the Hula Hoop Story. This is the story: A mom and dad bought their four year old son a hula hoop. He probably can’t hula, but that’s okay. They’re being nice to the kid. In the car on the way home, the kid
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a superb weekend. Yesterday morning I took Tim over to my parents to see the digger dig up their back yard. They’ve got a project going on and Tim looooves equipment. (He has even referred to my Kitchen Aid mixer as, “the equipment.” Power tools, yah, yah.) The guy dug, the bucket scraping against the
