saturday volleyball
Saturday afternoon was pretty laid back too. t.c. looking pretty grown up these days: love, Val
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john
a guy gets baptised
Here we are at church. Dannell’s brother is the man in the blue shirt. m.c. is wearing the red dress. Those two are the godparents. This was taken at the party afterward. It’s a picture of me, holding a sleeping d.c., the baptized one. (Is it spelled with an s or a z ?) But
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yes, it happened
Here he was, up on water skis for a significant distance! Surprise, surprise, he did it. love you buddy, Grandma
July 15, 2011
Cute kids, Wisconsin, all you need. There was tubing. His hair was hilarious, as usual. That’s our friend, soaking up the sun, and her child, far left above, eating marshmallows, etc. He handed me the camera, pressed his face to mine and said, “Take a picture of us!” Okay. This is the result. Here we’re teaching her,
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
being big
We had so much fun this weekend, and there were so many fun moments. This picture made me laugh right out loud. That’s John on my lap. See here’s the thing: Even though I am at most a medium sized woman, I don’t feel any smaller than the men in my life. I feel big–their
yes, indeed
This morning in church, John was sitting in front of me. His hair is about as long as he ever lets it get, and it’s all curly along the edges. My friend Jody was sitting beside me and I whispered this to her, “See? And now he’ll get it cut.” In a second we were
grandparents
Here’s a picture of my dad and John out on the patio last summer. My parents were good parents, very good–pleasant, safe, reliable, patient, completely decent people. But they are absolutely spectacular grandparents. I think it’s because as grandparents they cut loose in a way parents can not. They’re extravagant with these kids in every