Day in the Life

The 50th wedding celebration weekend last year. There's my dad. Isn't he handsome. Just thought I'd show him off. This pic really goes with my post from Thursday, you can read it by clicking on the highlighted words "my dad".

Today my five year old nephew and his 9 year old sister came to stay with Aunt Heidi and cousin, Fash, for the morning. It was the first time I'd seen the kiddoes since last weekend when the little guy left his stack of baseball cards at the cottage- they were visiting with us there. Fash stowed the cards in her sweater pocket for the ride home. But then she forgot and threw her clothes, including the sweater, into the washing machine- cards in pocket. Now we had to tell him why his cards were wrinkled. I hoped they were from a pack his dad may have recently picked up at the dollar store and not anything valuable. We explained that they inadvertently had spun through the gentle cycle, but it wasn't quite gentle enough for baseball cards. We were sorry. My niece quickly replied, "Don't worry Aunt Heidi, my dad gave them to him out of his collector set he's had since he was a little boy. They're really old and dad has a lot more ." Gulp.

If anybody sees anything here that used to be worth a hundred dollars, I don't want to know about it.

After the confession, we ate blue pancakes that Fash made.

I helped my niece with fractions and my nephew practiced writing his name and cutting on the dotted line. I sure do love these kids.

In the background is a front entryway that needs a makeover. That may happen when the cows come home.

Later, I helped Fash take care of the neighbor's baby, while she put the other three charges to bed. I was just bored; she can handle the whole bunch by herself and usually does. I.T. was gone fishin', so I found myself without a date. Holding that six month old baby took me back. It's been a while. It's funny how you automatically start doing the baby bop and your hand starts patting and your voice changes into a coo. I was just going to pop in for a quick visit with Fash, but I stayed the rest of the night and held that baby and fed him and played with him. I'm not a grandma. Our kids are not even married. But I can see that I have some grandma in me- more and more of it is beginning to show- like when I drive- but that is a different post....