Mist and Tabs and their dolls celebrating BC’s 150th in the back yard the other night. Note my forty year-old Beautiful Chrissy still going strong and keeping up with the younger dolls (she is so like her mom!). I actually made those brown cord pants she is wearing when I was a kid!
Currently it is snowing and snowing out there! When, oh when can we drive to Kamloops? If the snow lets up we will go tomorrow morning. If not??? Sorry Dad, I guess I’ll keep your gift.
Must e-mail my final paper in today! I keep forgetting to do it…I am so busy running around with the three musketeers. Pip and I just got back from Hot Lunch at the Tabs school. Roads are a little dicey up here. Mist has a B Ball practice and then we drive her to the skating rink and drop her off for a sleep over party with friends. Tabs has yet another party to attend on Sunday afternoon. Then Peter is off to Vancouver again. He is one night from Platinum level at the Fairmont–which would be nice to have for when we go to San Fran in April. OK time to tell stories:
I. This AM Mist wanted me to find a Santa hat for her to wear to the Christmas dance at her school today. I pulled out a ratty “Grinch” looking hat from our X-mas boxes and put it on her head. She was NOT amused, but I nearly died laughing at how worn out and Grinchy it looked –hey, I’m not that cruel, I did insist Peter stop by a drugstore early this AM with Mist and try to buy her a new one.
II. Last night the Pip came to me while I was bathing, just before supper (I so needed to relax for even a moment).
Pip: “Mom read book?”
Me: “I’m all wet. Find Daddy and ask him.”
Pip: “OK Mom.”–I hear the pitter-patter of little feet leave the bathroom, stop and come back towards the tub.
Pip:”Mom? Where’s Daddy?”
Me: “He’s in the kitchen making garlic toast for supper.”
Pip: “OK. Tanks Mom.”–I hear the pitter-patter of little feet exit the bathroom, stop, and enter again.
Pip: “Mom? What’s for supper?”
Me:” Caesar salad, turkey bacon and garlic toast. Love you Pipper.”
Pip: “Oh! Yummy!” Tanks Mom!”–again the little feet exit, stop and come back to the tub. This time she stops at the edge of the tub, lips puckered and leans in for a kiss on the lips.
Pip; “Tanks Mom. Luv you too!” And then she exits to find her dad.
That is why life is beautiful…
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