Category Archive:Family

one left to go. We are closing in on the end of the Christmas school concerts. Last night it was the Girl’s Middle School/High School band concert. Lively and fun – and good music, too. Nary a squeak from the whole group!

Well, as we wind down this year it means that I am closing in on another birthday. My 57th! I know, that is as hard for ME to say as it is for you to hear/read! But, there it is – a fact – I am officially closer to 60 than I am to 50. Ouch!

With that said, I am looking forward to turning 60. Yes, you read that correctly. You see, there is something I would like to do with my girls that year.

Lessa will be turning 40 three weeks after my 60th, and Ladybug will be turning 35 nine days after Lessa’s birthday. Three mighty fine milestones, don’t you think? Yeah, me, too.

So, daughters of my heart . . . here is what I propose: each of us set aside one special money gathering spot (hereafter known as SMGS) – a change jar – a bank account – whatever. Into that SMGS we will deposit all of our “spare” change for the next three years. We will ALL be surprised, I’m sure, at how quickly it will accumulate.

THEN . . . on the occasion of our birthdays, we will gather up said SMGS funds and splurge on a “girls week out” of state – no hubbies, no chillins – just we three “chicks” from alaska afar . . .

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Far we wander
Far aflight
Far into the
dark of night
westward fleeing
tropics seeking
we will go and see the sights

(sung, of course, to We Three Kings) (perhaps, sung badly – but sung with heart, friends!)

What say you, my girls?

Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere

clean up, clean up, everybody do their share.

Sing it with me everyone . . . we used to sing-song the above at the pre-school I taught about 25 years ago (!!!!) and carried it through to our own kiddos, Sunday School kiddos, and now the grand kiddos.

Looks like they’re listening, eh?

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The Boy is helping Paw-Paw moosie clean the garage – well, sorta. Okay, to be fair he got the phone call just as I snapped the shot and the Boy could only give me that smirk of his. Some girl somewhere sometime is gonna fall and fall HARD for that smirk, you know, Lessa!

Happy Saturday, everyone.

 

One of my joys four days a week is taking TAT to early school before I go to work. He meets a small group of students and they get some extra attention from a teacher.

One day recently as we rushed in three of his little friends were sitting on a couch chatting with a teacher. I did my normal good-bye thing – I gave (and received) a big hug from TAT and told him to have a great day in school and to learn bunches.

Then I gave him a kiss.

We are a close family – hugs and kisses abound – we enjoy each other and love each other.

The teacher looked up and said . . .

T____ are you letting a GIRL kiss you?

He looked her right in the eye and said . . . (more…)

Double your pleasure – two entries today.

This little guy has quite a history/birth story to tell to his great grandchildren. He is all the more special to us because of all we all went through to make sure he saw his first week’s birthday.

Today he turns 8 years old. So hard to believe that.

Love you, TAT!

p.s. yes, there is a reason for his nickname. If you are close to us you know the story. If not, well, it makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

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Question of the Day:

I have written here in the past about the joy we have each weekend – we take one (of the 7) grandbabies (several of whom are no longer babies!) shopping with us.

Saturday we took the Pup (Lessa’s youngest) for her day. Much discussion was had about where we would have our late lunch/early dinner.

You know that little small tiny restaurant we went to that one time?

Ummm, no, sweetie, which one?

YOU know! my brother told me about it.

Ahh (lightbulb moment – it is in the next town past the next town – and a bit on the spendy side and very slow this time of day) – well, sweetie (Paw-Paw at his best here) I think they are closed for the winter.

Oh, well S****y then – (insert big sigh here)

We have a lightbulb moment ourselves – How about G****r’s in the mall? It’s a little, small, tiny restaurant you know? Have you eave been there?

No – well, maybe – sure! Let’s go there!

And so we do. The decor in this place is all 50s/60s with a poodle skirt on the wall and photos/posters of Elvis (who she spotted right away and wondered if that was a REAL picture of Elvis, Gramma?) and James Dean and Marilyn Monroe.

There was discussion on the half car (set into the wall) and its occupants: Are they STRAW men or HAY men, Gramma?

😆

And, then . . .  the question of the day . . .

What are those big cds on the wall, Gramma? Are those all by Elvis?

Oh, my yes . . . we are THAT old – umm, sweetie, those are RECORDS! We have several at home still – and, yes, we still have a player that PLAYS them – it uses a needle.

WHAT? (we explain the concept of records) Oh! And, what are those smaller cds?

Those are 45s sweetie. They hold ONE song on each side.

Oh! Do they play on a cd player?

And on it went. Life is so interesting when one of the younger ones is involved. One of the waitresses came over – we have known her for years – and her ears were properly bent by the Pup as well.

She said “Oh my gosh! She sounds JUST like my daughter – only she’s (the daughter) older!”

Sorry, Lessa, it doesn’t look like this will change anytime soon. Hope you have a good supply of ear protectors on hand.

Entirely too much fun!

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