Thursday, August 12, 2010

come on, cool air


Today we had little b.g. and he had a fever, so it was a quiet day. He and I slept on the couch for a couple hours this morning--did that ever feel good.

And it's so sweet to wake up next to a baby who is happy to see you. I'm as brown as an old witch after all the afternoons in the beating sun at the little pool, and this heat does something terrible to my hair. No matter what I do with it, in an hour I look like Phyllis Diller again. Sigh. b.g. doesn't care. He reached for my face, gave kissy cuddles.

He grinned and talked for a long time before the other kids woke up and found him to come and play.

Later he was feverish again and spent time in the pouch. Usually he doesn't want to be carried around that much. He's got stuff to do. But today he did, and this is the thing--I have to watch him because every now and then he sets his sharp little teeth into my shoulder. Owww! Don't bite me! He smiles. I don't really care. It's not like he's drawing blood.

In the afternoon, he took another long nap on the couch in the family room, arms over his head, the fan softly blowing from across the room. I have a port-a-crib, and his parents have provided us with a pack-and-play, and yet he sleeps so well on the couch, even with the TV on and people around. Plus it's so easy to keep an eye on him there. It seems like noises (okay, SIDNEY BARKING) don't wake him up there either. I know it's not correct though. I mean, the couch? It just seems wrong.

that flowered pillow is jay's. he always seems to end up with his grandpa's pillow

My mom took Tim birthday shopping today. (Okay, this is like the best day of Tim's whole year. He was so excited.) When I told Tim about this, Little Jay thought I was talking to him. "Grandma's coming to take me shopping? What for?" But the way his face lit up made me laugh. I told him I was talking to Tim and he said, "I wondered! She gave me money for school, and now she's taking me on some mysterious shopping trip too?"

I teased him, "But you liked the idea, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I know! I did."


Oh my mother, she dotes on them.

tim and t.c. at the little pool yesterday



So know we've got two friends sleeping over, and another one here for the evening. And Heidi's dog turned up here to be babysat. Jay's working late, and I'm going to go make some dip and some sandwiches, feed these people supper. It's still terribly hot and sticky, but storms are on their way, whew. love, Val

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

a sauna day

a cooling photo

It's very hot here, just absolutely sultry.

Now the storms have started so I have Sidney alternating between hiding under my chair, and hiding under the bed skirt, plus Sam nervously pacing and panting.

Oy.

Tim and Julia don't want to go to bed while it's thundering out, and that's fine. We can wait a bit. Maybe I'll make some ice cream cones in a minute.

We went to the little pool today, met b.g.'s other grandma. She's one of those people who is never too busy for us. They live across the street from the little pool, and she had the afternoon off today. When we showed up, she slapped the lid on her paint can, shoved the brush in a plastic bag and ran to put her bathing suit on and join us. I love that about her.

It was so bright at that pool, it hurt our eyes, but the water felt good.







Tomorrow is supposed to be even hotter and just as tropical. Everyone's skin and hair are smooth and silky, no lotion necessary--the humidity agrees with our skin. I wish we could bottle a bit of this for next January, the sunshine and balmy days. Wouldn't that be awesome? Sleep tight. love, Val

Sunday, August 8, 2010

a saturday up north


Yesterday we went to visit Jay's parents. They used to live not far from here, but when they retired, they moved up north to their lake place, turned it from a little northwoods cabin into a home.

jay's dad up on his perch...porch

Jay's brother and his family were there, and John and Dannell, t.c. and l.c.



l.c. and our nephew

tim catching frogs

Jay's brother has all the lake toys, the jet ski, the big, fast boat, and he shares them all. It's awfully nice.






After Jay had given all the kids numerous rides on the jet ski, he coaxed me for a ride, "Sit in front--you won't even get wet."

We headed across the lake and along the shoreline past the bays, down to the end where the lake is wild with reeds and cat tails, turns to a bog. There aren't cabins on that end, just eagles and loons. His arms were warm over mine, and his voice was in my ear.

As we flew over glossy water the color of bottle glass, memories of when we were teenagers at this lake came gushing forward as images, no words. I could picture all of us in the sink hole, chasing each other in boats, long brown arms and legs, all of us shoving each other on the diving dock. I pictured my mother in law driving the boat, and her parents along with us, trolling for notherns. I could hear her mother's happy cheer when someone had a bite.


dan with my mother in law's father, at the lake,1982

When we headed toward the access, I remembered the day our dog threw up in my lap, carsick, when we were almost there. He stopped and I jumped out with Tammy, and ran down the landing into the water to rinse the puke off my jeans. All at once, there Jay was leaning over out the passenger door hollering, "The drop off! Val! THE DROP OFF!"

Oh dear, yes that, forgot about that. I stopped before we went too far, and the dog and I walked the rest of the way to his parents.


Anyway, it was a lovely day. They pulled kids on water skis and tubes.

our daring little nephews



Our niece and some girls next door had put together a little carnival. I guess they worked on it all week, and it was really fun. The kids loved it.


the water balloon toss

rock painting

face painting

My grandbabies were there too, and that was pretty fun. It's not very often I spend time alone with l.c. but yesterday we did get some time. I sang him You Are My Sunshine while his dad was fetching the diaper wipes and he grinned at me as if thinking, "You weird lady."


While John cooked, I amused him on the deck. We didn't have a lot of toys, but we did have a little cardboard box. I pretended something amazing was inside, and then crept it over to him to show him. He's smart. He got the game, looked in the empty box and pretended to be amazed too. I found a spoon and stirred in the box and pretended to eat. He did the same thing, even offered me a bite of imaginary food.
So sweet.

Then it was finally time to leave. We hated to go, but it's a long drive back home. When we were going, I asked Julia to go to the bathroom. Of course she said no, and I said yes. We are not stopping in ten minutes because you changed your mind.

She acted very suspicious and passed something to my mother in law, still acting weird. I didn't get it. She darted into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Turns out she'd asked for a GIGANTIC chocolate-chocolate chip muffin to eat in the car and was hiding it from me under her shirt.

I don't care about the muffin, but she could never eat a muffin practically bigger than her own head! Plus we'd just finished eating supper! She wasn't hungry!

My niece and her friends were looking at me strangely, like that Aunt Val gets so crazy. I told them, "This is what she does. She takes huge portions, something of every darn thing there is, and eats maybe TWO BITES and decides she's full. It's so wasting. And she does it constantly, all the time. It drives me crazy." They nodded, not sure what to say.

My mother in law was snickering and said she knew that and didn't care. I looked the other way when Julia came out of the bathroom and pretended not to notice the huge lump in her shirt.

Okay, here comes the best part. As we're leaving, she begins nibbling on the muffin because now she knows I won't try to make her put it back. We were not even a QUARTER MILE down the road--we were still on the dirt road leading out of the woods--and she asked me if I had any kind of container so she could save the rest of the muffin to eat later.

Oh. How did we not know this was how it would go? Oh, it's always the same. Kids are nuts.

Some day she'll grow up, but it won't be today, thank goodness.

This morning in church it was hot as a sauna, but when she held up her hands in that little gesture for me to pick her up? I did. I won't be able to hold her on my hip much longer and not going to pass up any request--that'd be stupid because we cannot go back and do it over.

the most awesome barbie cake my niece baked for her last week

Anyway, it was a beautiful day, laid back company, nothing but fun. Onward to Monday. love, Val

Thursday, August 5, 2010

seven bananas

thinking about those wind chimes

We were out on the patio this afternoon, trying to keep our stunt baby safe while he did stunts. (Trying, anyway.)

Lydia was there and the conversation veered off as it will when she's involved. She was talking about at time she drank too much diet Coke when I was gone and the others told her she might die.

Unlikely.

Then Maria brought up the time she ate seven bananas. "Why? Why would you do this?" I asked.

"I was little."

Little? What the heck? That's a reason to eat SEVEN bananas?



Then she told us how one of James' friends says he feels sorry for Maria's kids someday.

Maria's a no nonsense sort of person. Nonsense annoys her. She gets after the little kids sometimes and honestly, she's usually right. But she also could lighten up. This makes her sigh loudly and look even more annoyed.

Kari defended her. "I don't feel sorry for your kids. They will LEARN..." and cracked the dishtowel against the edge of the table.

Ack! Maria and I both jumped. Maria yelled, "That is UNTRUE! I am not going to be mean to my kids!"

Of course not.


Oh, and b.g. He tried to stand up, putting his hands on the edge of the bed of a Tonka truck. The dumper flew up and conked him right in the head. He looked startled, and then his little face crumpled.

that's the nasty dump truck behind him. we moved it way over by the fence.

We rocked for a while, and he got back down. Then he found some leaves with a wad of dog hair stuck to them and tried to shove it all in his mouth. I got it out of there and as I was flinging it away, he did a little move and bonked the other side of his noggin on the patio. More tears. A bit of milk and a bunch of rocking.

He got down and crawled across the patio to a big bin full of balls, leaned on it, and it tipped over. He fell backward, a slow motion fall, so nothing serious, but another little bonk and he was MAD. This happens when he's tired. He gets klutzy and then gets really frustrated with it.

In between these stunts, he dug in the sand though, and he loves to watch the wind chimes in the tree over the sandbox.



After that we went inside and rocked in the house. Seemed safer. This patio was way too treacherous today--too much fun for us to handle.


Now he's gone home, and is probably sound asleep. The spaghetti is almost ready. Happy Thursday. love, Val

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

dog hair in the freezer

Okay, a long time ago when I was very young I babysat for some people who did not keep house well at all.

It was disgusting. The bedrooms looked like clothes bombs had exploded. Dirty dishes were all over the kitchen. Everything felt sticky, even the living room couch.

But the thing that totally freaked me out was the dog hair in their FREEZER.

Seriously.

I was even pretty righteous and judgmental about it.

Sigh.

Yes, well.

Tonight was the night I finally had to defrost our freezer in the kitchen. The fridge is a 1958 model, a good fridge. Reliable. But it builds up frost and when it's a glacier in there, then I must deal with it.


Look at this:


Dog hair in MY freezer.

Yeah, now I'm that lady with the disgusting dog hair in the freezer.

The freezer has been dealt with. The dog hair is gone from it.

Sam's a special dog and dearly loved, but she's a mess. A Newfoundland in the house is difficult, worse than all the kids combined.

Anyway, here are some pictures we'd rather look at. The water was fine at the little pool this afternoon, and kitty cat on piano makes me smile. love, Val





Tuesday, August 3, 2010

august already


Summer always goes by in a flash, and this one is the same.

this was a fine snooze on the couch. we have no idea why julia is wearing a winter hat on a 90 degree day.

these little toes were made for kissing

look how happy he is--just animal noises. he's easy to amuse.


At one point I was folding clothes and realized there he was in the walker, contentedly eating puffs, and Maury Povich was on, people arguing miserably about PATERNITY TESTS. There was cryin' and stuff. Yeesh, Gah, they're breaking my heart, dumbness and sorrow. I changed the channel back to PBS. Good LOR-ed.

But Martha Speaks? That's no less painful than Maury. And that bald kid Caillou? Don't get me started. But the baby! They're both way better for the BABY. This isn't about me. If it were, I'd just switch back to Hardball.

The humidity today was tropical. In the afternoon we fled to the little pool.


we forgot his hat, so he has way too much sunscreen in his hair


Yeah, august--hot beautiful august. love, Val

Sunday, August 1, 2010

twenty five years

Here they are opening their wedding gifts, twenty five years ago:


see why we used to call them barbie and ken?


twenty five years and three kids later, still sweet


Happy Anniversary, you guys. love, Val