Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Above is a picture of James and Kari's band concert. It's the last one for James.
He's moving on--college in the fall.
Dang, that went fast.
This is going very fast too.
We're on the baby count down. It's bound to happen one of these days.
A great house is going on the market on Friday, and it's supposed to also be 80 degrees out.
Things are looking good. love, Val
Saturday, April 25, 2015
I'm not saying no to that offer no matter what.
We had issues.
They are now resolved. Already tonight, this was transformational. A task that would have taken me probably 90 minutes before--not exaggerating--took two clicks tonight.
Daniel? I love you. (But I know you already knew that.)
Today I was not a stupid idiot. I found my camera and took at least a couple pictures of this incredibly brief moment.
This is our sweet little girl sleeping on her Aunt Kirsten.
We're in the last week of April, and what a fine month it' has been.
love forever, Val
Friday, April 24, 2015
We had fun.
And I took zero pictures. The camera was there, never touched, and that's just plain stupid because these baby girls are growing and changing and another chance to take pictures of sweet babies and funny children goes by in an instant.
The little girls are cooing and smiling now and just like when the little boys were born a couple years ago, John and Dannell's kids look nothing like Dan and Alicia's--they look entirely different, but are both so damned adorable.
So anyway, babies were hugged, kids pushed the boundaries, we laughed a lot. It was a very great Friday.
I have stolen pictures from others who actually took some:
Then Kirsten took this picture of the doorway at my parents house last week at the birthday party:
Life is nothing but good.
Love you all always, Val
It's like the kitchen curtains. Apparently I have a big problem with visual change.
Things that LOOK different really hit me wrong. All the logic is there, the need for change, even being glad about doing it. But then?
It looks weird. I picked out that mulch. Now I wonder if red mulch would have been a better choice.
No big deal.
Next year get red.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Ear to ear grin, scrunched up eyes.
Just our best guy.
Here you are, right in the middle:
There's nobody else who could ever be you.
Happy Birthday, Buddy.
This whole family is lucky having you.
love Grandma, and Grandpa and Everybody
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Lydia, always the cooperative photo subject, invited her friend Sofia along. Sofia is an accommodating and easy-going kid. She can come with us anytime.
But the afternoon was warm and sunny. It wasn't that bad.
And then unloaded and stacked it. Maria also helped.
It was difficult, not gonna lie.
A week ago, I tripped carrying in groceries and landed my rib cage on a bag of Granny Smith apples and another of Fiji.
I couldn't breathe, but in a little while I could. The ribs are still recovering. Climbing on and off the chair and extending the roller overhead got really, really old very shortly.
I don't have time for this shit.
There's a fine Maria Selfie. She drove from the university and spent the weekend with us and it was lovely with her there.
I put it through the washer twice up at the lake and another time when we got home, also with Downy.
The colors are brightening. The texture is different as it's clean. It's wool, so I don't want to involve too much detergent, but a little soap to loosen the grime has been extremely helpful.
I think it was a huge success.
What a weekend.
There was a party end of last week to celebrate Mom's birthday.
It was a well-attended occasion.
Me and you been friends a long time:
I am so lucky to have you for a mom, and I never forget it.
Thank you for then.
Thank you for now.
love forever, Val