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Category Archives: Family
Yeeha! Puddles!
Her mom found great snow pants for her and we all hoped for a decent snow fall so we could use them. We finally had an inch or two and my granddaughter was excited to get her snow pants and purple boots on. We went over to the park and she did enjoy the snow. …
twirling spaghetti
The question being answered quite clearly here by my granddaughter, is “what is the proper way to twirl long pasta with a fork: On the plate, or, against a spoon?” Traditionally, foodies frown on using a spoon. The only time that pasta —say, angel hair— would be twirled against a spoon is if the pasta …
lost mittens
Can you see them? The mittens? They’re drying on the lamp shade. Imagine a viewpoint that’s several inches lower; my granddaughter’s viewpoint. Pretty difficult to spot unless you know they’re there. We’d been out romping in the first decent snowfall. Of course, after playing with snow, the mittens were wet. My granddaughter’s mittens are cute …
communicating
It seems like it’s all of a sudden that at eighteen months my granddaughter has radically increased her vocabulary. She calls a horse a ‘neigh-neigh’, a pig an ‘iggy’, and a turtle is a turtle. She asks for ‘more’ and clearly says when she’s ‘all done’. She has a new found passion for ‘oh-nits’ which, …
perspective
My granddaughter lets me play with her giant legos. I have fun playing with her, though I hesitate to say ‘we’ have fun since she usually takes apart the stuff I build. Except for, oddly, a house for the dogs in her dog collection to live in. And I think that over this holiday with …
three years and counting
Facebook just showed me this image otherwise I probably wouldn’t have noticed the anniversary. Three years in the new position and I’ve settled in nicely to the changes. I think this job is a keeper. I’d written several paragraphs in celebration, then again in explanation, but really, a photo says it all. So on the …
monkeyLove
I’ve written about my sock monkey and his offspring before. When my granddaughter started trying to sneak into my room just to see him, I thought it would make another cute post. On the way to wordpress, though, memories washed over me and the nature of this post changed. Maybe the nature of today’s holiday? …
snapshots
loss
This past week my family lost its patriarch. He was a figure known, admired, and loved throughout the community. My daughter loved him. My granddaughter played on his lap. Though we’d been introduced and mumbled friendly greetings twice, I didn’t know the man. Regardless of differences, we managed to raise children that fell in love. …