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Does it get any better than a combination like that? We’re trying to get ready to go shopping here, and Julia’s helping Tim out with his hair tuft. Here we are back from shopping–all the new shoes. Awww, we found a really tired plumber on our patio. Okay, this is a picture of slobber.   Probably […]

Here’s beautiful b.g. in a photo snapped by his mother a couple years ago. And here the Sesame Street video that makes it all perfect:. And as the rain pours, life feels fairly perfect. love you all so. Mom, Grandma, Val and all my many aliases

Was just fine. Okay, here’s t.c. grumbling and complaining about why aren’t we going any faster?? Is this boat broken? Jay tried to explain, no the boat isn’t broken. Grandma doesn’t like to go fast. t.c. stared at me in shocked horror. “Why doesn’t she???”  I told Jay, “Just go.” Well, when we were going

This program was at the school where Dannell teaches, and where t.c. and m.c. attend school. Here’s the  bare stage, ready for students: Okay there they are.  Miss m.c. is three from the left on top, dark hair.  t.c. is in a straw hat in the middle of this right hand pack. Aww there he is

It was a day. A day of babies on the patio. These are the Sponge Bob cheesy crackers.  Absorbent and yellow and pourous is he. There’s the tiny guy,  t.g., propped up in the swing. He’s very bald.  I also caught him scratching his round, white, satiny dome when I went to fetch him from

 Here he is, getting changed.  And being charming, and irresistible.   Today for the first time there was wild, right out loud laughter when I did crazy kissing on his cheeks, and that’s some kind of music. Happy Baby Tuesday,   love, Grandma, and Great-Grandma, and Auntie Lydia, and Auntie Julie, and Uncle Tim too

I’m trying to figure out how to work the new blogger settings–frustrating. No doubt I’ll get better at it eventually. All these pictures are bunched up tight together, and the old way of placing space between them does not work.  Anyone know how to do it? It was a nice weekend, all in all. Today’s

Oh, Lord have mercy.  We’re just trying to get the updated blogger software to do anything besides make me curse.   Wow.   Good night, love, Val

That’s what’s going on right here. They fetched a bottle of Windex spray and a handful of terry cloth rags and got to work on their project. Her? She’s writing a book.  I’m intrigued, but leave her alone. Nobody needs a mother peering over the shoulder asking a million questions.  Okay, while they emptied out

The first of March started out with me feeling real cranky.   I get like that sometimes–like when anyone mentions taxes, even when our sweet accountant, Gladys, mentions them. (Big, loud sigh.)   I love Gladys, but still. I get super touchy, and also want to bang my forehead on the desk. But soon the mood was