As Jude would have said about five years ago, “Lawsy, mercy!” I have felt like a little child runnin’ wild myself the past few weeks, then Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning were little-child immersion.
Liz and Brent took Silas with them for a much-needed parental getaway, and I kept Sylvia and Jude at their house. Friday morning, when Jude was at school, Annabelle and Luke joined Sylvie and me until just after noon – and Grammy came over for a major baby fix.
Thursday morning Sylvia went with me to a meeting at work (at Esse Purse Museum) – she was friendly, quiet, well-behaved and sat at the meeting table like a big girl. I wish I’d taken a camera – having a scratched-up iPhone lens really cramps my style – it was beyond cute.
Then we hung out until time to pick Jude up at school.
Friday morning she and Annabelle were thrilled to see each other, as always, though they alternated playing nicely, running wild together and laughing with screaming, slapping and a bit of hair-pulling – as always. They’re going to grow up as close as sisters.
Annabelle told me ever so seriously that her new house (they’ll move soon) would be nice because “Syvvie can come with me.”
I taught them some dance steps and we all danced, sang and acted like lunatics when Luke was napping.
Luke’s such a big boy now that he sat on the couch with the girls and ate a graham cracker just like them. Crazy how they just keep growing up. Right before our eyes.
Friday evening Pop came over for a visit – the kids had been asking for him. Jude and Pop made Dr. Dreadful Alien Slime drink while I gave Syl her bath. Syl, who’s turning into quite a jokester, called John “Popsicle,” which isn’t bad for 2.
Saturday morning, Papa, Brent’s dad, Bob, came to fetch the kids so John and I could go to Garvan Gardens for not-really-related-but-family Jon Gwatney’s wedding. He made Amanda Parker his bride in a lovely ceremony.
Lots of love the last few days.
The Lolly Diaries will probably be dark for the next few days. Mother and I depart Wednesday for our third major mother-daughter trip in recent years, this time to Seattle, Victoria and Yakima to visit with Kitty (and Norm, of course) and John’s mother. And to meet the new puppy, Farmboy Westley, the goldendoodle who just joined the family.
We’ve done New York for the Christmas lights and San Francisco for Mother’s 75th birthday three years ago. This will be our longest trip yet. We travel well together.
I wish her health were better, but you take what you can get.
And get while the getting’s good. Life is short, especially when you’re always running wild.