Okay, so this morning, I wandered upstairs while everyone was still sleeping, and found this note on the bathroom door. Whaaaat? Okay this: Julia has a subscription to a fan magazine, a birthday gift years in a row from my sister Pam and her family–truly a spectacular gift. But they have way too many posters […]
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Lydia, aka Kari made this calendar last winter after Christmas. It took her hours and hours, forming the grids for the dates with a ruler, decorating it. It’s been a fun little thing on the dresser all year. I overlooked flipping it to November though, but I did it this morning. And then I laughed
So tonight, it’s after 1am now, so very late, and I am in the bathtub and notice these dolls on the side. Cute. Great. Then I happened to glance up and saw this one: Okaaay. She’s cute, but obviously planted. I glanced around and saw this one: Oh yes, oh my goodness. There is Ariel
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Here’s the birthday girl with a smile on her face. This one is just blurry and tiny. This guy was at the party. And these ones were too. Mr. 21 himself: And his nephew: I asked what was going on here and l.c. said, “I’m keeping him AWAKE!” Dan and my dad: No idea what’s
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She did it! Very nice, very nice. love you, Mom
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This party was my friend Jody’s idea, inspired by the hats. We made sandwiches, little fancy ones cut out with cooky cutters, no crusts. There were cucumber sandwiches, and egg salad, and we had a lot of fun doing it at Lorene’s the night before. She brought all her dozens of fancy antique tea cups.
That’s her. In the last weeks, homeschool has taken another turn, as it does, as life evolves. And yet the child desires an education, so she’s working on it. She’s been doing reports on things, looking up facts, printing out photos. She did a report on a creature called an Aye Aye, and on a
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Yeah, that’s her. I offered to try and slide him off her onto the couch, and wise auntie she is, she whispered, “Don’t touch him.” He had a nice nap there, their legs awkwardly hanging, for at least an hour, and she never complained. Now I am listening to her saxophone practice upstairs, little plodding
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