A Day In The Life

Avery has no use for seat belts.  Except right after this shot I had to pick her up off the cement and apply direct pressure to her lip.  No worries, she's fine.  Then, if I hadn't been so busy saying a bad word, I would have taken a picture of my glasses sitting at the bottom of the toilet.  I was unclogging it (I'm blaming Tate) when they slipped off their secure hanging spot on my sweater and joined the swirling water disappearing to wherever toilet water goes.    Looking forward to the BEACH.

WHY I CAN NOW DIE HAPPY

Is it because I got a shiny new laptop?  Nope.  Is it because I got to spend the week-end playing with cute little people like these?  Of course that was great, but nope.  Is it because I figured out that my new photo printer is not broken, you just have to know that when you put the paper in backwards the ink runs all over and stains your fingers and desk when you touch it and it never dries?  (Sorry, Cannon tech guy.)  Now, as Tate would say:  TA DAH:  I can now die happy because my husband of 36 years+  PLAYED SPEED SCRABBLE with me.  Granted, he didn't exactly play without some spousal urging and didn't completely conform to the rules but at least he didn't try to win with words like "SUD".  ('There was a "sud" bubble on my finger.'  NO, there can never be a "sud" bubble on anyone's finger. 

Sweet Baby Ian's Day

The star of the Day

This is Tyler and Ashley practicing their mean parents of now three children looks.

 

Why is it when I announce "time for family pictures" everyone hears "time for your very painful booster shots" and runs in the opposite direction?

Sparkly Shoes and Chocolate

Forget eye color, body type, recessive chins, my grand-daughters have inherited the more important genes:  an affinity for sparkly shoes and chocolate.  After studying the desert menu at Olive Garden, Lydia and I decided on the 7-layer chocolate cake.   With her mouth overflowing with the gooey goodness, Lydia said:  "You made a good choice, Grandma".  I felt so validated. 

Sometimes Grandma Great gets bored.

I just happened to peek in the bedroom and saw her studying the computer.  It looks like no inspiration was forthcoming, so she went on to bigger and better things.  And here's a couple more pictures of cute people:

Now I'm going to go figure out how to get these stupid santa clauses off.   Maybe I'll put Grandma Great on it.

The Many Faces of Lane

I diligently mapquested and printed out directions for my journey to meet Lane.  I didn't get the Know Your Directions gene so once out of my driveway, it's a crapshoot.  I did great until I realized I had only gotten "there", not back home.  So, I stole Bre and Tony's GPS.  Don't ask me why I didn't just bring my own.  I own a very attractive pink one.  Evidently I didn't get the Think Beyond Three Days Gene either.  Lane was pretty concerned.  Once he got over his concern, he asked if it was time to eat yet. 

Seriously , People.

I was thinking...

It might be getting close to lunchtime. 

 

 

 

 

It's Official

Since I had cleverly hidden Dave's Christmas present in plain sight I decided I had better not push my luck and go ahead and wrap it.  Actually he's kicked it a few times.  But I now declare the Christmas Season officially STARTED.  In other news, #8 has arrived: 

As you can see, he is adorable.