snowy friday in may

Yeah, it snowed, and we forged on and ignored the whole thing.   Lydia had band and we invited outselves over to my parents' for lunch.

They seemed happy to have us.

These are the kids eating milkshakes, handmade by my father.

 There he is in the background, wielding a mean blender.

 Julia's hair was never brushed before we left.  That's okay. There is something  sweet about fuzzy, slept-on braids.

The milkshakes were delicious, and my poor mother, who snagged her toe on a rug a couple days ago and fell face first into a metal door frame?    She's healing up, some vibrant bruises and so forth.

But when we left she was laughing and said her headache was even gone.  "Ice cream and squirrels:  the cure for everything."

That made me laugh.    Yeah.  That little girl cheered when the car pulled up in the driveway.  Life must get confusing when so many people are named Grandma and Bumpa.

Oh, this is good though.  Tonight at supper she asked where Bumpa was.  He was over at the stove--we pointed him out.  Then her dad said, "Open your eyes and look."

So she did a mock exaggerated wide eyes toward her grandpa and then at her dad.

A smart aleck without even speaking, she is.

And today is over almost, and what a great day it was.   love, Val