What else would a cow say?
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Kids say the darnedest things. I’m just glad I’m there with the Flip Video once in awhile to catch them.
What else would a cow say?
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Kids say the darnedest things. I’m just glad I’m there with the Flip Video once in awhile to catch them.
Yes, fiends — this is one of those “Grammie” posts. Actually, it’s a “mama” post, too.
As you know, Sunday was #1 Son’s 30th birthday. Jake and Justin’s other grandma (and good friend) Jane took some great photos at the party, and they’re just too cute not to share. Thanks, Jane!
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What a fun day. Now go hug your family.
FO
Another memory.
It was 24 October — a miserable, cold, sleety, rainy Friday morning in 1980. I reported to the hospital for my C-section at 6 a.m., and by 11:00, little Seamus greeted the world. At that point, the weather — and everything else in my universe — was fine.
He was three years old when we bought him his first drumset. At 11, he was sitting in with our band. He grew up into a fine young man with sons of his own, and the cycle starts again.
I wonder this day: is there a crucial lesson hidden in the swift passage of time? Should we be learning to savor every moment even more, celebrate each conversation even longer? I think so.
When my sons were young, so was I. Having had children at age 21 and 24, I think I may have been too young to realize how fast things would take off, and that soon and very soon I would be a grandmother and I’d look at my sons and wonder how they got to be all growed up with families of their own. Time truly does fly by.
So, advice to my students and younger readers: Old, tired axioms like “Don’t take anything for granted” and “You’ll be an adult before you know it” are really true. Advice to self: slow down and enjoy it all.
But a great one.
Jake was busier than any three-year-old, ever. Great party on Saturday, then the county fair, followed by craziness at our house until almost noon on Sunday. Grammie is officially worn out. If only I could have the week off now…heh. It was a fantastic time. Only bad part: my pictures of Justin at the fair didn’t come out. (Little wiggle worm won’t hold a pose.)
Behold the festivities…
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All this in one day. No wonder I can’t move this morning…
Happy Monkday — let’s get going.
FO
…and loving it! It’s Mavis and the Fink, motoring down I-71.
Hmmm. I guess I should put the hotel in the GPS, ja? Pictures forthcoming. Looking forward to a fun couple of days, cuz you know, school starts next week. Yippy.
FO