When we blow bubbles with Bridget, she likes to tell us to "try huge." As in, try to blow a huge bubble. Here she is trying huge with Great Grandpa on the patio at Greenwood Manor while Grandpa, Daddy, and Uncle David packed up Great Grandpa's room. He busted out of Greenwood Manor the day before my parents moved back to the Motherland (Idaho). That's a lot of change to occur in just 24 hours.
We had our final Second Sunday Dinner at my parents' house a little over a week ago. Mom let us raid her freezers and pantry (I was a little surprised at how much wasn't up for grabs). The men played 500. The grandchildren jumped on the trampoline and Bridget bid farewell to Scooby - the world's coolest dog (he lives next door to Grandma and Grandpa).
Melissa, Makenzie and I are determined to keep the monthly Sunday dinners alive. The table won't be decked out in seasonal splendor and (in my case) the plates and forks won't match each other, but I hope we do it anyway. We won't be sweating as much, I imagine. We can be glad of that.
Anyway, it hit me yesterday that I can't just stop by and see Mom and Dad and maybe Aaron any time I want. I didn't cry about it. Then today I happened to pull into my cute little neighborhood just as the kids were getting off the bus, home from the first day of school. The street was lined with mothers and little siblings (too young to go to school yet) carrying cupcakes to welcome home their school children. The sight made me tear up instantly (I'm so easy). Through my tears I saw a totally naked Cody Brems (she's 3 years-old) strolling along the sidewalk carrying a cupcake. Welcome home, indeed!
P.S. Thanks for all the free cheap advice! I'll have to have a few special posts about my cheap adventures. And thanks to a lot of you for coming out of hiding and helping me sleep better at night.
8 comments:
I love the new background! And I agree with you about Alicia. What really made me upset was when the announcers basically blamed her poor performance for Shawn and Nastia doing poorly afterwards, because they were so rattled by her screwups.
Nothing like making a young woman feel even worse about herself.
That's a cute picture of Grandpa. Was he so pleased that you busted him out of the slammer?
The operation wasn't as stealth as it could have been because we had to get his stuff moved out the day before he moved out. He made a few comments about how annoying it was that everyone was asking why he was leaving.
Did he tell them he was looking for a new woman? Awesome pictures! I guess you just have to consider yourself lucky to have had Mom and Dad at all. Pocatello isn't that far anyway.
Sorry you lost your mom and dad, again. You'll have to give me all of the living in Pocatello stories and gossip!
When Cole and I taught Nursery, we were always getting bugged, I mean, asked to blow BIG bubbles. Or to let the kids blow them themselves. Silly kids. Does Bridget try to pop bubbles too? :)
That's Bridget's favorite part - popping the bubble while it's still in the chamber so it goes all over my face.
Angie, I'm going to be making up any stories and gossip about Poky. Maybe I'll start calling it Po Town to make it sound more hip.
Naked and cupcakes! Dude! That's the life!!!
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