Monday, March 31, 2008
Both of my grandfathers died when I was very little. My memories of them are very few; sometimes I'm not even sure if it is the photographs of them that I remember, or actual events or stories my parents have shared with me about them. I can't help but think I may have missed out some great "grandfather" type adventures, experiences, life lessons, etc. if I had only known them longer.
I was lucky enough to have my great grandparents until I was about 12, one sweet little old grandma who would sing me songs in Welsh and watch my dance routines over and over. One funny old grandpa who had suffered a stroke and who couldn't talk but could still get his point across with laughter. I love the stories my grandma and her sisters and brothers tell of coming to America, the hardscrabble childhood of living through the depression, the way their mother could stretch a little amount of food to feed 10 people. Life was hard but there was (and still is) a lot of love in that family.
But, until you see your own parents interacting with your children, you don't really appreciate the whole grandparent thing. I mean from the kid perspective they are always great, especially if they are the type to have you over for sleepovers, buy your favorite candy for you, bake you homemade donuts, let you stay in your pajamas all day, or slip money in your pocket when you kiss them goodbye - all of things my grandmothers did. But not necessarily things mom or dad allowed. Isn't that the fun part? "You never let me do that when I was a kid!?!"
It is great to have that extended circle of people who love your children as you do (they will say "more than" we do). People that teach your kids the same exact stuff you try to, only from a different perspective and usually with a kinder, gentler approach: how to catch and clean fish, about what it means to be "team Osto", how to make a paperdoll, throw a football, play poker, dress up like a pirate, bake cookies, drive a boat, properly manicure one's nails, sit quietly in church or dive in a pool the right way.
People who take them for the night or weekend or week and let me remember what it was like before the "little people invasion" began. Thanks!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I pass this tree, which we have dubbed the "shoe tree" on our way up north to the family cottage. It is in the middle of nowhere, outside a really small rural town.
What is the significance of throwing shoes into a tree?
**Ok, I googled "shoe tree" and found this.
Apparently, "Shoe Trees may be the greatest embodiment of the American Spirit you can find on the highway (free of admission charge, anyway)."
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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Saturday was more moving stuff in from the garage. It is amazing how much "stuff" we have. We made a pile to donate and junked the junk. No use bringing it back in. I feel like my new decorating scheme is clear plastic bins. These are a blessing (you can see what is in them) and a curse (because they remain organized for only anano second). Anyways, things are good in the basement respect.
Saturday was also the Pinewood Derby, where T-Bird placed third in the whole PACK! Osto was beaming as much as Bird. Bird designed a black car with a pirate theme, and is now the proud owner of a giant trophy! Fun times.
Saturday we hit one of our favorite local restaurants with Jennabear and George for a nice dinner and lots of laughs and adult conversations. I love date night!
Sunday was family time at Brother Osto's. We had a birthday celebration for my neice and me.
Happy 13th birthday Riley. You are growing into a beautiful young woman.
Also want to say congratulations to my cousin Meaghan on her wedding this past Saturday in Florida.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
I feel better. The proverbial storm cloud has passed on by. On Wednesday we will have new carpet and can hopefully piece things back together in the basement. Life does go on doesn't it?