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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

First thing this guy did around 9am?  Yep, that.  It was warm in the room, so I didn’t  really cover him up, but that nightgown was by his legs, and he gathered it up to himself. Here’s a crowd out by the swings.  This is Lydia, aka Kari, inspecting his flaky scalp.  My sister came

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