Blueberry Eyes, Summer 1987

bathkids.jpgToday was a perfectly good day but there’s not much to say except that my little mini-commute home took forever because it was snowing so I took the “back” roads and got hung up at several stoplights for more than one cycle. Fun city and somehow I actually enjoyed the commute. I’m sure there’ll be days when I don’t. I got home and something made me remember back in the day, when I had my other, original corporate-type computer job. I came home one afternoon evening (!) and I was informed that Mouse had gotten her neck stuck in between some swing-set parts. She was about 18 months old. The GG managed to catch her before she was strangled or decapitated or whatever and he HELD THE SWING SEAT APART FOR I FORGET HOW LONG until Burke came home and into his back yard, so that the GG could yell something like, “Hey Chris, can you give me a hand here?” Burke came over in a jiffy and the GG and Mouse were free. Honestly, it took a while for it to hit me how horribly awful the situation could have turned out if the GG hadn’t been paying attention. Miss you Burke!!!

Kids, I hope you don’t mind me posting this pic. It’s from when Mouse was “just” the much-loved newborn baby. Lizard Breath was a master at wielding a washcloth and I’m sure she was helping to wash her baby sis in this pic. “Mama, DON’T take my sister back to the hospital!!!” Even though all we were doing was birth certificate paperwork there at the time.

Girls, this post is for you. I love you kiddos. Life ain’t always easy but blue skies and silver linings do exist. <3 <3 Moom. Not to be sappy or anything.

4 Responses to “Blueberry Eyes, Summer 1987”

  1. jane Says:

    man, they were cute, weren’t they? 😉 and still are of course.

  2. isa Says:

    love you mama

  3. kayak woman Says:

    haha! Jane, so were you! Cute, that is.

    Sincerely yours,
    Your much older cuzzint, Kayak Woman! 🙂

  4. jane Says:

    I think it may be time to post that picture of (almost) all the cousins having lunch in the old cabin.