Leif, Freja, Britta and I just had a good tramp in the woods. We ate the last of the blackberries, kicked over mushrooms big as bird nests, and hacked our way through the brush with Freja and Leif’s new scythes (wooden) made in Grandpa’s shop.
Britta is a living, walking example of why toddlers are called “toddlers”. In her little purple boots, that match her purple striped dress, with her blond pony tails bobbing along she toddled over the pathways. This is why my blog page starts with “Grandchildren”. All of them are the apples of my eyes!
I’m glad right now that we haven’t moved to Utah. It’s much too beautiful here.
Next week we will try once more to replace the leads on my stimulator to see if we can get it in the right spot for maximum benefit. More waiting, but worth it in the long run—I hope.
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ReplyDeleteHi mom, thanks for walking with our kids!
ReplyDeleteThe first thing Britta said(signed) to me this morning when she woke up was "Grandma." She has since asked for you twice and she has only been up one hour! I asked her if she wanted me to go to Grandma's house and she replied with an enthusiastic "Yah!" I explained that it was too far to drive and she gave me her characteristic pouty face and shouted, "NO!" Somebody LOVES her grandma! Can't say I blame her. Thanks for a wonderful, relaxing weekend.
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