There's a lot involved with decorating.
This is especially true when your mother has a J-O-B and absolutely no interest in knick-knacks.
It's a good thing that my part of the village which is raising these children is filled with wonders.
Just ask Mr. 9.
Gramma Rose, who's nobody's grandmother by blood but everybody's grandmother by love, brought the Hawkeye's t-shirts when she visited last month. I smiled just a little bit to myself; the machatunim tailgate at an Iowa game every year, having deep roots in the heartland, themselves. All the pieces of my ever expanding family fit very nicely within one another.
I am the luckiest girl in the world.
Miss Texas thought she was pretty lucky, too.
My walker never looked better, nor did that spider hat on her head.
"Why does this have a bow on it?" she wondered
"Because it made me smile," was enough of an answer.... for both of us.
"What's a mallet?" she asked...
and I became Daddooooo, explaining tools to Little Cuter.
I sent her out with Mr. 7 to install the pumpkin.
The walker didn't make it over the stones, but the hat refused to be left behind.
I had to remind them that we were supposed to be making my scarecrow.
There was so much more fun to be had, after all.
There was so much more fun to be had, after all.
Turns out that I was the one with newsprint up to my elbows, having stuffed the scarecrow myself.
Mr. 9 took care of the head, including a Happy Halloween message on the back, so I could see it as I drove down the driveway.
Mr. 7's creation looks a little bit sad to me.....
After much deliberation, we installed him on the first rock, knife in neck.
Boys being boys, it didn't take long before he was an obstacle to be overcome.
"Watch MEEEEEE...."
I haven't heard that sound in a very very long time...
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| Big Cuter 1990 Sunset Beach All that jumping led to a calamity for the 'crow... the headless 'crow...     Mr. 9, a more modern, high-tech kind of guy, opted for my aluminum hiking pole. Miss Texas was content with Chica.  |
As with all (faux) grandmotherly events, this one ended in the best way possible.
Their mom came and took them home.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! What a great post and the pictures of old mingled with new is awesome!
ReplyDeleteLove the pix of Miss Texas with Chica. We had Westies growing up.
Looks like everyone had a blast.
Happy Monday!
Megan xxx
My life did feel that it had come full circle, Megan. Happy Monday to you, too!
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You've reminded me of a story.
ReplyDeleteMy mother was a small town beauty operator. How long has it been since anyone has used that term?
She had an appointment book filled with regulars who came every week, year after year, to be washed, curled and baked under a dryer before the comb-out. Imagine Truvie’s in Steel Magnolias.
One day, a customer excitedly told Mom, “My grandkids were coming and I get to keep the little angels for two whole weeks!”
At the lady’s next appointment, Mom asked about the grandkids.
The customer replied, “I took the little devils home.”
Whoops...need an edit button! LOL I meant to say the grandkids are coming...not were....
ReplyDeleteWe all understood, Sharon;we are very forgiving here in The Burrow :)
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