It’s been a good enough week, a few trips to the pool, a little time with friends, a little softball, lots of sunny days. Here we met up with b.g. and his other grandma at the pool again. He lights up when he sees the kids. It’s fun that he obviously recognizes them even in […]
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
Yeah, me and a kid I don’t really deserve Sumi, Larry, and Jay Into the future… love, Mom
was tonight. Photos, thank you Kirsten. Here’s the band. Maria had to play tonight, and man was she mad. She was storming around here like a thundercloud. “So boring!” “So stupid!” “I hate this blouse!” I dunno. It’s just a plain white blouse, and she plays a very fine oboe. The band sounded lovely. Here
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
We finally made it to the lake last night about bedtime. t.c. was there waiting at the top of his lungs. Jay built a fire. I deep fried the shrimp. They played 500 while I read a magazine and the kids went nuts with the Polly Pockets and fighting guys. a toad they let go
at the lake was nicer than I’d even hoped. John and Dannell parked a trailer in the woods, a place where their family can go to escape the mayhem. This morning I sent Kari to tell them the pancakes were ready. She sprinted in her bare feet in the cold, across the rough lawn and
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Today we had our best mr. b.g. for the day. He was lively. He’s learning to crawl, did a terrible face plant on the living room rug. UGH! You know that sound when the little head hits the floor, sounds like someone dropped a pumpkin? Yeah, that sound. (It’s an old pretty area rug, but
Tonight our friends Dan and Denise came for supper. They came to help us reconnect some wires that were accidentally severed in a clothesline-moving incident. (I asked Jay to move the clothesline. It was my idea.) But this is the thing about them. If you need them? There they are. These guys were our neighbors
This girl is having a birthday tomorrow. Though we’ve been friends for twenty three years, I have few photos of her, so this one of her with newborn Julia extra special. There are also ZERO photos of us together. Next week we’re having supper together, and I’m bringing the camera and changing that. We met
