Tummy Time

I’m missing this little guy today.

The picture is only 14 days old but the blanket was created over 20 years ago by Great-Gram (MIL’s mom) for H-J, and the toy was my own.

Road weary

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been on the road a lot. At the beginning of the month, we put another 3,000 miles on the minivan to visit my dad in Arizona, and this past weekend I spent 730 miles (12 hours) road-tripping to and from a women’s retreat with members of the family on my husband’s side of the proverbial tree.

All but two of the adult women on that side of the family. I’m the amazonian of the group.

Those were both good trips in regard to travel, natural beauty, and time spent with family. Tonight, however, I’m feeling a bit weary so it gladdens my heart to gaze at pictures of this beautiful boy whom I saw over a week ago.

I was a lucky grandma one week ago (Saturday) to spend a few precious hours babysitting him.

 

Can you see yourself? I can!

• I find it ironic that the colors red, white, and blue stand for freedom, until they’re flashing behind you.
• Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
• I’m great at multi-tasking–I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once.
• If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.
• Doesn’t expecting the unexpected mean that the unexpected is actually expected?
• Television may insult your intelligence, but nothing rubs it in like a computer.
• Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
• Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
• When I married Mr. Right, I had no idea his first name was Always.
• There may be no excuse for laziness, but I’m still looking.
• Women spend more time wondering what men are thinking than men spend thinking.
• Women sometimes make fools of men, but most guys are the do-it-yourself type.
• I was going to give him a nasty look, but he already had one.
• I like long walks, especially when they’re taken by people who annoy me.
• Sometimes I wake up grumpy; other times I let her sleep.

Springtime in the Desert

I’m back from our annual trek to the desert southwest and treading water in my photo files.

Time Travel