Saturday, August 31, 2013
She said she looked at the package and didn't notice numbers, just the checkered print.
Well, yeah. You got more than you asked for.
Nope, neither of us. Enjoy those, M.
Then these guys came for the afternoon. Even though bugs fly in and air conditioning flies out, we prop the door open for guys like him.
Put all that shit away and GET OUTSIDE. You can do that ALL WINTER.
We have to save these boards.
John was overheard snapping, "Don't talk to me about any apps. GET OUTSIDE."
Where they were again found on the damned games.
Can we hurt them?
I suppose not.
How is that possible?
love you all so, and behave, Maria. love, MOM aka GRANDMA
Thursday, August 29, 2013
We tagged along to supervise. It's like 100 degrees out, far too hot to really enjoy being outside at all.
Last year at one point I had a skinned knee and a ZIT. How undignified. As a Grandmother, I object.
this superhero does not eat broken cookies
That one broke too. First it chipped a little on the side and he was upset. In his fury he busted the rest of it, and threw his cute self down, sobbing. Kirsten's dog took care of the crumbs.
Whee. Unreasonable Toddler Time.
There was giddy laughter and loud crying. In psych they call it "emotionally labile." That means mood all over the place, cannot get it together, laughing and crying in the same minute.
That was them tonight.
But now it's now, almost the end of this day, and it was a great day, and tomorrow is looking fine--it's Friday after all, best day of the week. I have my to-do list here and we are ready.
Onward. love you all so, MOM
Monday, August 26, 2013
This from 2002, you wrangling my wild baby, Lydia.
This is the story of Heidi's name: Before she was born, we picked out a pretty girl's name--Jennifer Michelle. It was a perfect, pretty baby girl name. And then she was born and didn't look at all like any stock photo of a baby girl--she looked like family, like a close personal relative.
As I took in that face, I asked Jay if he minded if we named her Heidi instead?
He said sure.
Here you are, Heidi, another cute one from the weekend, that wet baby in your arms.
Being girls together with you and Kirby caught me by surprise--it was fun then, and it's still fun now.
We are all lucky your ours.
Probably none of us would even be who we are without you.
Obviously you have made the whole family better. love forever, MOM and DAD and everybody
Sunday, August 25, 2013
This is from thirty years ago. Smurf sweats. Grumpy look because we've prodded you to sit down for a picture before we hit the playground equipment.
I remember my mother turning to grin at me when your names were announced and you walked across the stage for those diplomas. They had the graduates arranged alphabetically, so it's one of the few times your name was announced before John's--not that it mattered, just caught me off guard.
I've told you this before, I know.
There are a lot of people I love, but not a single one more than you.
Thank you for being mine, for being ours. This whole family is who it is because you are in it.
Happy Birthday, Son. love forever, Mom and Dan and Everybody.
We have air conditioning in the cabin, which doesn't get used very much. Wisconsin is not usually that hot, but today it was.
Here's most everybody at the sand bar.
Dan took these two for a ride.
Here they are, back again, safe and sound.
Here, at the end of the day, the overheated GRANDPA took a turn. Usually he'd rather water ski, but at the moment he's taking care of his back.
Plus he throws everything. Everything. Overhand as far as he can. Food. Rocks. Clunky toys that could hurt someone. The TV remote. His mother's phone.
What happened to that tender little newborn of a summer ago? I've teased his parents that he's turned into a varmint, a mammal. They roll their eyes and rub their temples.
We reminisced about how Heidi used to holler at p.j., "Stop making that NOISE!" Oh, yeah.
People all the time say teenagers are difficult. I do not agree. I think the hardest time of a child's entire life are from 9-18 months--agile, mobile, non-verbal, no sense at all, moody, getting teeth, unpredictable sleep.
Pssht. Teenagers sleep like rocks for twelve or fourteen hours at a time. They make no horrible noises--in fact it's hard to get a conversation out of them most of the time. They're helpful if you ask them, and confine most of their messes to their own room. It's pretty deluxe.
Okay, onward. This summer is swiftly coming to an end. Happy Birthday, Guys! love, Mom and Dad