Grocery Pyramids

This is what happens at our house with the boy is tasked with unloading bags of groceries . . .

Cheers,
D

Bucket o’ Lizard

The boy is at it again . . . pet for a day. This one he caught himself and was so very proud. He played with it for hours after school and cried when the lizard had to be set free . . .

G took very good care of his little lizard as shown by the fact that the lizard managed to hang on to his tail in spite of being handled so much. I’m thinking this was especially nice for the lizard because it appeared he had already lost his tail somewhere along the way and was still busy working on the replacement. G even showed up in the kitchen with the lizard in hand wanting to help the rest of us can meals. The lizard’s invitation to the house was quickly rescinded. The boy opted to hang with his buddy on the patio.

Happy lizards to you,
D

Mother’s Day

Or is it Mothers Day or Mothers’ Day?

Doesn’t matter. What does matter is this little menu put together by our very dear girl child. She gave it to me to fill out the night before so I could customize my breakfast. After I checked the boxes indicating my preferences she sent her father to the store to gather the requested ingredients. The next morning I had a very yummy breakfast in bed.

At our house you are our party planner, Roo. You love to celebrate and make things special. You are so sweet, so dear. It has been so amazing watching you become who you are. I’ll never forget carrying you into the house for the first time. It was Mother’s Day nine years ago. I was acutely aware of the fact that you made us a family of three and that we would forever be more than we had been just a couple of days prior. I set that blue bucket car seat down in the entry way of the house and looked down at your precious self in the light green outfit with the white collar you were wearing. I studied your tiny face, the one cheek so scraped up and red.  I wondered if the ear you had laid on for months and was folded in half would ever straighten itself out (it did). I remember being overwhelmed with love for you. I also remember looking at your daddy and thinking . . .

Holy crap! We have a baby here! Now what do we do?!?

Like all parents we have figured it out as we’ve traveled this road. It is a road I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Thanks for making me a mama, Roo. Mostly, thank you for being you.

I love you,
Mama

Accessorizing

Accessorizing G style . . .

Cheers,
D

Sunday Night Entertainment

We had friends over for dinner Sunday night and being good hosts we made sure there was a lot of fun stuff to do.

The evening’s entertainment started promptly after an especially yummy dinner when G went across the road to retrieve his soccer ball and then calmly returned and informed me that there was a rattlesnake on the sidewalk . . . right in front of the giant retaining wall his sister likes to sit by when she reads. (shiver)

He wasn’t kidding.

C quickly dispatched the snake . . . because with the number of children and dogs in this neighborhood we really don’t welcome venomous biting creatures. We are picky hosts. It’s true.

The rest of us stood around and watched.

G had to have the rattle.

The head had to go in the storm drain.

This is what was left.

And that was just the evening’s opening act, albeit a difficult one to follow for sure.

Earlier in the day C built a giant cardboard scope of sorts so we could watch the eclipse (because he does really cool stuff like that). We hauled it out into the road and chased the sun around. We started in a neighbor’s driveway.

And then moved it up the hill.

Where random people and their dogs stopped by to check it out.

It was pretty neat to watch the sun take on the shape of the moon.

A nice finish to a lovely and exciting Sunday evening.

The end,
D

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