Friday, November 30, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Jay teased him, "It could be a father-in-law/son-in-law bonding experience."
He said, "Let me talk to Heidi."
I called the other kids too, but it was pretty last minute and everyone else was busy.
Winter evening are so pretty in the city.
As we drove home, the car felt like a little warm dark cocoon, cruising along a river of lights.
love you kids, and your little dad too, MOM
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Early in the morning this girl arrived, and you can see how she feels about the dogs and their singing.
Kind of a perfect early cold morning, actually. love you little girl, and your Aunt Pam too, Val
Saturday, November 24, 2012
We drove to the town where Dannell grew up, and cut a tree at the tree farm. Click on the picture above to enlarge if you want. It looks like a fine tree.
Then I said, "Throw it behind the garage and let's move on from this problem. We'll eat lunch and then go to Malmborg's and get another tree."
And that is what we did. So this whole lovely adventure in the woods was a waste of time and money.
That's the way it goes sometimes. Thanksgiving leftovers in the microwave and on to tree #2.
It wasn't Saturday night, only Friday, dur. I had to go find the kids, laugh at how mixed up the holiday has made us. They said they kept thinking it was Saturday all day long too.
Onward! Christmas is a month away! love, Val
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Who knows what I might buy, what I'm capable of?
(I never have this problem at Target.)
Below is the little girl who was running wild yesterday while we got ready for the party. Here she is, missing half her clothes, with food on the shirt, and snot dried on her face. Dog hair was stuck to the snot.
Her grandpa intervened and said, "Come on Little Girl. Time to get cleaned up. You look like an urchin."
She did. It's true.
These guys know all about the refrigerator in the office, and the Moo Jr.s in the freezer. My sweetie said, "Come with me to the office. I can't reach." He brought back enough for the others too.
We ran up there, opened windows and the door onto the flat roof, trying to get some ventilation, and then we went looking for melted Barbies. (Barbies had been stored in the oven, but Jay thought they were all out.)
John said he thinks this is a bad idea. Who stores Barbie dolls in an oven?
The Barbies in the drawers were perfectly cool, and in the storage compartment next to the oven. But inside the oven, stench. Finally he realized there was a sheet of clear plastic on the oven rack, melting.
It was removed, order was restored. Weird problems. Always with the weird problems.