Well, we had a very nice thanksgiving. It was quite a whirlwind. Thursday morning was 'The BIG Game' where the huge local football rivalry was played out. Since our team won, the band and the football team marched the trophy home through the streets for 3 miles. After Diana thawed out from that we headed to my mother's for dinner. Friday we visited my father. Saturday we hit a local arts festival and then came home for a birthday party for the children of some dear friends. It was a great time but by yesterday I was ready to spend the day vegging out. Today Diana is hitting the woods with Dad for opening day of buch season. We shall see if that crazy luck of hers holds out and she brings home another buck for the freezer.
Now that my kids are old enough to really harass me, my mother seems to delight in sharing all sorts of juicy tidbits about my growing up years. Having put the mother's curse (I hope you have one just like you) on me and seen it realized she seems discontent with the amount of pain that has caused. Now she likes to tell my girls about the various guys I brought home as boyfriends/dates, list my various shortcomings as a teenager, and entertain my children with tales of my misdeeds.
This weekend was she brought out a couple of pictures to show my kids. My son wears glasses and has this habit of scaling walls around the house. Mom wanted to show him my lovely first pair of glasses and how I used to climb walls. These pictures really didn't bother me. In fact, they brought back some fun memories. Calypso however, saw them and declared that I was some sort of serious dork in those glasses and the weird shirt. She couldn't comment on the poncho since my mom saved it and both Diana AND Calypso wore it a lot when they were smaller.
For your giggles, here I am in all my dorky glory as a kid.
age 6 The purple plastic frames set off the brown in my eyes, no? Check out the stylish Charlie Brown lunchbox. Can I accessorize or what?
age 8 Any doorway or narrow enough hallway I would crawl up or down in this manner. My son does the same thing.