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Dannell had a birthday this weekend.  I can’t remember how old she is–doesn’t matter.  Look how little t.c. used to be, back in the day. Dannell Sweethheart, you’ve been one of us so long it’s hard to remember life before you.  Here you two are with Julia, and below with Tim.  And Julia again.  You’ve […]

Oh my goodness, Buddy.   We could not love you more. We’re so lucky to have you for ours. Happy Birthday!   love forever, Grandma, Grandpa, and everybody

We’re having a big party next week, but tonight was just quick hamburgers on the grill, salad by Dad, and a cake baked by Joe–red velvet with sprinkles. It was pretty fun.   After the State Fair trip the kids did yesterday and my being tired after work, it was a pretty tame evening.  

 Oh, so we have updated the phones and phone plan from years ago, and it was painful, but it’s done now. And tonight we attempted, three weeks later, to track down where the photos are. The phone photos.  The resolution on some is a bit terrible.  That’s Tim and me on a path at my

That was our Thursday.   My Sweetie came with me back home again after we left the others at Vacation Bible School.     He brought Lunchables and juice boxes and apples for himself and p.j. for lunch. Then he had Dannell buy a bag of puff corn for me because I love it. I do love it,

 We met the aunt who is watching b.g. and his little brother.  I guess he was mad in the morning because he wanted to come straight to Julia’s birthday party and had trouble understanding it wasn’t until the END of the day.  But this was a lot of fun. Thank goodness it was overcast, because

We headed out to this splash pad in a suburb not too far from us. We’d been there about thirty seconds and Tim moped, “There’s nothing to do.” I’m so kind.  I snapped, “Are you kidding me? Get out of here.” Thirty seconds later, I looked up and saw this: He found something to do.

But then there’s this, a cupcake sealed up and left for me to find in the middle of the night. love you, Lydia, MOM

There’s the father, the dad of this gang. Here is part of that gang. They went to the sand bar, and Sam followed along.  And swam back with them, supervising. This is Lydia, aka Kari, having a conversation with her littlest nephew.  (He’s cooing to us now.)  Dan and b.g.’s little brother, t.g. Okay, John told

Okay, I love crunchy mama stuff. I do. I am crunchy in some ways, and can’t deny that–the home births, nursing toddlers, sleeping together. But today emails showed up in my inbox about the wonderful-ness of cloth diapering. Good God. Pffflllbt. I did that for eight kids.  Back in the day disposables were expensive and