Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Looking good now.
Later Dannell called to see if we were home and had time to hang out.
This little girl SMILED at me today!!
A real, live smile!
Sam was all up upon her. Sam has a huge fixation on babies. She was sniffing her over while she was still in the carseat while I was working the buckles, all overly eager and sniffy.
I can. I have.
I know how. I wondered if his mother told him to say that, but then I laughed, and as we changed the diaper I mentioned to him the fact that we have a toilet.
Press the lever, forget this ever happened.
Any time you want, you just go right ahead and poop in it. Go.
And then after they went home came a phone call from Dan, way overly understated.
Our baby is born.
Sweet angel, we are so glad to meet you. I can tell you right now, this family is better with you in it.
Happy Birthday, Darling. love, Grandma and Grandpa and Everybody
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Julia has discovered the fireplace and the candles in it. This candle holder is something from when Lori sold candles back in the day. We haven't used it much for years, mostly because ground-level candles aren't safe with little children.
She vacuumed all the cobwebs from the fireplace a couple weeks ago.
He got to telling old stories about his buddy. And they were completely ridiculous stories, and well told.
They grew up together and his friend goes to boarding school on the east coast, so they see each other during the summer and on holidays, but there's instagram and texting and facebook, so the miles don't seem all that far.
I love you all so, Val, aka MOM
Sunday, February 22, 2015
The kids did this to James' room while he was at work. That's a foam deer head, and they attached it to a shirt of his, and socks and positioned it in his video game chair, controller in hand, in front of the TV.
That's James' comment, "I see I've been replaced," probably from when he was on break.
Onward. Tomorrow approaches.
Monday, a new day, and a new week.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
The first thing I looked at was why the right hand cupboard door wouldn't close. I fiddled around with it for a few minutes and then looked at the opposite door. Same problem. Same direction.
I stared for a few minutes and then realized what was happening here.
It's forcing the top down in the middle and the botton to widen. That's not good.
This was a project that was definitely NOT on the schedule for today, but it's done now.
When my dad comes back home, Mom said he'll look at the buffet and see if there's a way to fix it. If not, life will go on.
They were with us at Fleet Farm while we examined all the shelving options and weights and measured the sizes.
They were fairly twitchy and quite silly, and I glanced over and Julia was standing up in the cart.
I said, "Julia! That's not safe! That can tip over!"
About that very moment, it did tilt to the side and she fell right out. Thank God she didn't hit her head or hurt her butt on the sharp edge of a shelf.
Onward. It's the weekend. Tomorrow is Friday, best day of the week.
love always, Val
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
This is a picture Alicia took at the birthday party on Saturday. That's my sister and me talking, and Julia in a hug.
As we were standing together, Jule tilted up her chin and told me, "I froze a latex glove full of water in the freezer."
Why are you telling me this? What's the meaning of it?
Not I love you, something about a frozen GLOVE?
Well, yeah. That's random, but it's also one of things I love SO MUCH about kids.
Their weirdness, their kid thoughts, and the things they notice that I'd never think of.
They've frozen toys in paper cups to make freezer pops, frozen a number of bizarre things for entertainment. I never did see the glove.
Julia? Forever my baby girl. love, Mom
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Six years now.
You have a big heart, and you know how to command and audience. You have a lot of ideas and you know how to get heard.
It's been so much fun having you for a kid.
Lucky little old us.
Happy Birthday, Buddy.
love forever, Grandma and Grandpa