It's Saturday morning,Dear Reader,
and I am all excited about
this particular Saturday morning.
A friend of mine is getting married today.
I am so happy for her.
She is my age and she has waited a long time
for this particular Prince Charming
to come along. I was just thinking
about that--about many conversations
we have had in the past, about other
guys she has gone out with, about her
thinking that she might have missed opportunities.
But I think this is just one of those cases when,
if you wait for God to work out the details of your life
instead of trying to make things happen yourself,
He will indeed work all things together for your GOOD
(way better than we can do ourselves).
I'm just so happy for her. I hope everything goes
beautifully and smoothly today.
I'll try to remember to snap some pictures.
Also, this morning
I am wanting one of these tee shirts.
You should get one too.
Now I am going to show you a picture
and you tell me what you think it means.
Okay?
Here's the picture:
What do you think that means?
What are these children all crazed about?
Well, I will tell you.
We went to the pool at the
Popsicle's house yesterday evening.
Lloyd Dobbler had worked
out in the gardens
all the live long day
The kids were, of course,
out of their minds
when we told them to
get ready and load up.
They've been asking and asking
"When will Mr. Popsicle's pool be ready?"
So we went over there.
Then the Popsicles asked us to just eat supper with them and they ordered the local favorite pizza (which made my children very happy because they think they HAVE to have pizza on Fridays now or something is just WRONG). Mrs. Popsicle make wonderful strawberry short cake. My children broke in the summer swimming season with an overdose of ice cream novelties. It's just funny to watch--Lloyd Dobbler wants the kids to have like ONE popsicle (or ice cream sandwich or brown cow or whatever the item is they are eating) and Mr. Popsicle wants them to eat as many as they can. They learned a long time ago that they go to Mr. Popsicle and quietly ask him for another one.
He spirits himself into the house and has the item in their hand before their father even knows what is going on. And I am rooting for neither team. I don't want the kids to make themselves SICK over eating junk, but that's not going to happen. Last night it was Big E who had three or four brown cows....after three pieces of pizza. This does my heart good because that boy is SO skinny. And if you recall, he is the one who, all on his own, monitors his own intake of sugar faithfully. He usually won't have a second sweet thing in a day. He's never had a coke. Won't chew gum or eat most types of candy. So if he wants another brown cow, I'm saying, give the child another brown cow. It's not going to hurt him. And after eating all that, he was STILL hungry. Mr. Popsicle gave him a package of peanut butter and crackers to eat on the way home. And he did eat them. I was afraid he might wake up two feet taller this morning.
This was Baby J's first trip to the Popsicle's pool
(unless you count the million times we went last summer
with him on the other side of my skin). He would just
watch his dad and his siblings jumping in and out of the water and splashing. He didn't know what was going on but he was excited about it. In a couple of months he should be big enough to get in one of those baby floaty things. That'll be fun. But last night he and I stayed on dry land. Of course he did his best to make the dry land not so dry---spitting up constantly. I was surprised that Mr. Popsicle kept picking him up when he was being the gushing fountain that he so often is.
So summer has officially started.
It even smelled like summer for the first time to me,
sitting out there by their pool last night. We just love
the Popsicles and my kids MORE than love them.
They are like this bonus set of grandparents to them.
So I'm off to the wedding.
I hope you are enjoying your break
from my 70s instrumentals with the wedding songs
that are flooding the juke box this weekend.
Don't worry, I'll be bringing back the groovy tunes.
Wouldn't want anyone to miss out on those.
(hee hee hee)
What are these children all crazed about?
Well, I will tell you.
We went to the pool at the
Popsicle's house yesterday evening.
Lloyd Dobbler had worked
out in the gardens
all the live long day
yesterday and
he was hot and tired.
he was hot and tired.
The kids were, of course,
out of their minds
when we told them to
They've been asking and asking
"When will Mr. Popsicle's pool be ready?"
So we went over there.
Then the Popsicles asked us to just eat supper with them and they ordered the local favorite pizza (which made my children very happy because they think they HAVE to have pizza on Fridays now or something is just WRONG). Mrs. Popsicle make wonderful strawberry short cake. My children broke in the summer swimming season with an overdose of ice cream novelties. It's just funny to watch--Lloyd Dobbler wants the kids to have like ONE popsicle (or ice cream sandwich or brown cow or whatever the item is they are eating) and Mr. Popsicle wants them to eat as many as they can. They learned a long time ago that they go to Mr. Popsicle and quietly ask him for another one.
He spirits himself into the house and has the item in their hand before their father even knows what is going on. And I am rooting for neither team. I don't want the kids to make themselves SICK over eating junk, but that's not going to happen. Last night it was Big E who had three or four brown cows....after three pieces of pizza. This does my heart good because that boy is SO skinny. And if you recall, he is the one who, all on his own, monitors his own intake of sugar faithfully. He usually won't have a second sweet thing in a day. He's never had a coke. Won't chew gum or eat most types of candy. So if he wants another brown cow, I'm saying, give the child another brown cow. It's not going to hurt him. And after eating all that, he was STILL hungry. Mr. Popsicle gave him a package of peanut butter and crackers to eat on the way home. And he did eat them. I was afraid he might wake up two feet taller this morning.
This was Baby J's first trip to the Popsicle's pool
(unless you count the million times we went last summer
with him on the other side of my skin). He would just
watch his dad and his siblings jumping in and out of the water and splashing. He didn't know what was going on but he was excited about it. In a couple of months he should be big enough to get in one of those baby floaty things. That'll be fun. But last night he and I stayed on dry land. Of course he did his best to make the dry land not so dry---spitting up constantly. I was surprised that Mr. Popsicle kept picking him up when he was being the gushing fountain that he so often is.
So summer has officially started.It even smelled like summer for the first time to me,
sitting out there by their pool last night. We just love
the Popsicles and my kids MORE than love them.
They are like this bonus set of grandparents to them.
So I'm off to the wedding.
I hope you are enjoying your break
from my 70s instrumentals with the wedding songs
that are flooding the juke box this weekend.
Don't worry, I'll be bringing back the groovy tunes.
Wouldn't want anyone to miss out on those.
(hee hee hee)
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1 comments:
Oh, that looks lovely. The weather is still freezing over here in Wisconsin..
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