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.

Redecorating

I was thinking the other day how badly some of my sinks needed step-stools to accommodate the short people in my life.  And these showed up.  They are wicked-awesome and decorator-approved.  And if I ever wonder if Karsten and Taegan love me I can go look at the stools.   And then i wondered what it would be like to have my mother live with me.  And poof, here she is:  She looks a little grumpy in this picture and I caught her "mid scratch" but I think she's pretty content.

Returning The Bedspread

First of all, understand that if I were trying to pull a fast one on TJ Maxx, I would not have laundered the bedspread and put it in the dryer. I would simply have spot cleaned.  The clerk opened up the hermetically sealed wrapping and sniffed it.  Stuck her nose right down in there and smelled.  "I can't take this back," she said, "it smells like a dryer sheet".  Immediately defensive to an unreasonable degree, I said "but I don't even use dryer sheets."  I wanted to go into a full explanation about how I love my clothesline and upbraid my neighbor for using her dryer in the summertime.  I wanted to call witnesses and have them testify.  I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face.   I wanted a full jury trial.  I wanted my reputation restored.  What I got was the manager glancing over and saying "return it".  Okay, I'll take that instead.  But be forewarned.  Take your attorney with you if you try to return a bedspread to TJ Maxx.