It's December!
Lots of lovely snow on the weekend. Quentin is the perfect size and age, apparently. He can pull his sled up the hill, yet is still small enough to enjoy the three foot hill our lawn makes. Jade, on the other hand, knows she's supposed to have fun in the snow, but is worse off than a turtle no matter which direction she falls down in. Poor girl. There was a lot of crying...not real crying, just 'I don't know what to do now crying.' (She's reverted to that because there are now two babies at daycare doing that, and it works for them...kind of how Quentin started sucking on his fingers when he saw Jade doing it even though he'd never done it before.)Yesterday we celebrated my grandfather's (Fafa's) 95th birthday. He's the second oldest person I know, next to Tyler's great grandmother (97 or 98 this year). He's still got his mind, can walk, can see, can play the harmonica, can flirt with the women at his home... His daughters bought him a cd player (first in his life) so the rest of us bought him cds. I didn't think about it being a problem until he's opening his presents and looking for something he might actually be able to use or play with... Of course, you go ahead and walk into a music store and ask them what they'd recommend for a 95-year old getting his first stereo and see what reaction you get.
Be well folks!
posted by The Jaded Bee @ 11:21 PM
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