The week was kind of like this–a little giddy, a little silly. We had a really good time. Yesterday she and Kari made lasagna and the big kids came for supper, and also the little guys. t.c. was pretty impressed by the bowl with the green hand. Tonight at bedtime, she kissed all the kids […]
of Dannell. We left John off at the university, and a few weeks later when he was home for the weeekend doing his laundry, he told me this: “All the cute girls are in the elementary ed program.” Okay, then. Good to know. Next time he came home, he had her with him. (And she
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I do love this picture of t.c. It captures something essential about the person he is. That’s his mother in the green sundress, observing. Oh, my goodness, t.c., you flying boy. love, Grandma
my little lydia, back in the day, helping dannell with her candles A couple people have asked about the recipe for this cake. It’s nothing I invented. I found it in a cookbook a long time ago–the Ideals Family Cookbook, from like 1974? I’m not that good at Roman Numerals in size 4 font. Anyway,
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We made it through the weekend. It was fun, noisy, stressful, intense–special and weird and wonderful. I fried shrimp and we played cards, and it was hot and it stormed. Now we’re home again. Here are a few pictures. These are pics of the soccer game. They don’t include the swearing that occurred. Though there
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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Okay these two? (I love this picture, in spite of the chopped off heads.) They are my daughters in law, the mothers of my grandbabies. They are kind, funny, generous, astute… I didn’t realize until some of my kids were grown how central kindness is to every single thing, but it is. They’re other women’s
It’s his birthday, this awesome guy! Tomorrow is the most magnificent party, but today’s a great day. I called him on the phone and yelled, “It’s your birthday!” He said, “Yeah!” I said, “You’re four years old!” He paused, “How did YOU know?” Oh my. I said, “I remember when you were born. I held
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This guy turned a year old yesterday, so we spent the afternoon at his birthday party. Here he was a year ago. something about that fragile little hand under his chin just gets me by the heart (there’s his very brave mother in the background. she’d rather not appear without makeup. i understand.) Here he
