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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

 Oh  yeah, here she moves it.  When she wasn’t after the crayons, Sidney was her second target.  There go the crayons again. She’s working her own book, and doing a good job of it.  Yeah, it’s all pretty funny.  See how high up beside me Sidney has climbed?  The dog’s smart.  Crayons aren’t edible, as

Last night it snowed, which is rare this winter.  I drove home late at night, creeping along over the ice and unplowed streets, taking the side roads home.   It was as bright as day, big pink sky.  When I pulled up to the house it looked like a postcard, pines hanging with snow,  marshmallow caps

Here they are, two guys, all dressed up.   These two met on a park and rec basketball team back when they were eight.   They’re hilarious.  His dad and I stood there laughing while they tried to fit their little squirelly selves into the school lockers while they waited to have their pictures taken.   Awww, here

Yes, he is! And then he talked to me, all in vowels.  His eyes sparkled, and his chin tilted and he said hello.   Tears sprang right there and I felt ridiculous.  (But the little boy talked to me.) This is one of those incredible baby things–they are so tiny they can’t even use their

What a nice weekend  it was. Yesterday we went to Tim’s basketball game.   That was fun. The kid has no killer instinct.  He ducks when they pass him the ball. He stands by politely while the other team shoots baskets. On the way home, I told him his job is to get in the way

That was tonight. It was good. This guy was as amused by the cart as the others. Awww, here we go, John and Julia. Dannell, growin’ that baby, and Lydia m.c. and Maria, cute as ever. Here we are down in the second basement, living it up with the Legos.   While others amuse themselves

Was pretty quiet.  It snowed, finally and the kids were really happy, and so was Sam. This is from this morning, the send off reception for our pastor who is moving to another church.  She’s amazing, is loved very much, and it’ll be hard to get used to being without her again.  That’s the bad