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Family Photos for Venus

As requested:

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That's my grandmother on the right.


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May. 19th, 2005 10:23 pm (UTC)
Those are delightful photos! Thanks for posting them.
May. 20th, 2005 01:19 am (UTC)
:D now that's an all american family!
May. 20th, 2005 01:03 pm (UTC)
all american family!
Appearances do deceive. :)

(Either that or the mindset of the "all-american family" differs significantly from that of the role models spotlighted as exemplars by the media and the public sector. )
May. 21st, 2005 01:34 am (UTC)
Re: all american family!
ah, but those aren't real all american families. :)
May. 20th, 2005 01:38 pm (UTC)
Very nice! You have a beautiful wife and kids. You are blessed.
May. 20th, 2005 07:50 pm (UTC)

a photo with four generations captured in it would be a keeper.

you know what would be truly cool?

a girl child!! younger brothers are pesky. she will have two ready-made doting elder brothers!
May. 20th, 2005 07:56 pm (UTC)
i cant stop looking at the picture and i keep seeing logan as the toothless kid who couldnt communicate his teething distress! Soon, he will grow up to an young man and i'll be an old hag, yet I'd still remember him as the kid who drooled over my shoulder. It's an amazing thing..mental images..how we capture images in our mind's eye and these mental photographs dont change to match reality, do they?
May. 20th, 2005 08:37 pm (UTC)
It's funny; I barely remember that drooling tot. He's been thoroughly displaced by a walking, talking, relentlessly strong-willed whirlwind. Someday, when I too am an old hag (which I think will be fun, and relaxing) he'll be grown up. A grown son. Two, actually. It seems mighty weird.

As for a little girl, it sounds nice, but then there is the small matter of the begetting and the bearing, and the finding time for said activities, which seems nigh impossible to the crazed mama with the chronically unwashed hair, food-spattered clothes, and full bladder. (One would be surprised at the amount of destruction and injury that can occur in the time it takes to pee.)

Ye gods, what I wouldn't give for a whole bottle of champagne all to myself, 2 hours of quiet, and a pedicure. Don't suppose you're coming this way to babysit anytime soon? ;)
May. 20th, 2005 08:58 pm (UTC)
hey lovely mama,

you dont look unwashed or spattered to me. you look gorgeous.. if not more than how i remember you. you dont remember logan as the drooling tot because you get to be with him all the time.

i'll be there in a few months, i think. will babysit for entire weeks so you can dash off for an extended vacation. or you can drop the kids whereever the wave washes me.

re the girl..it's only a matter of 9 months. then you can own her for as long as you live! after over a decade of determined childfree doctrine, my hormones are rebelling. i'll win eventually, but when my convictions sag, i'll babysit for you to silence the biological clock. win-win, non?
May. 20th, 2005 09:16 pm (UTC)
Kevin will vouch for my usual state of dishabille. Also, you can't see in the picture where Callum threw his teriyaki chicken at me, and it skidded down my new, recently unstained shirt. But, thanks much, dear lovely lady, for the vote of confidence.

It would be a heavenly arrangement to fob this kids off on you whenever you feel lacking and I feel overwhelmed. Babysitting notwithstanding, it would be lots of fun just to see you again! (Tho for the eating, I'd pick your locale over mine.) But, come anytime.

Nine months is a looooong time when you spend its entirety green around the gills. I seem to make nice healthy babies, but for some reason don't do pregnancy well. But, there is always adoption! I get terrible pangs when thrift shopping for clothes for the boys, finding piece after piece of priceless adorable girls' clothes. sigh.

Logan is insisting right now that he'd rather say "there's boogers" than "my nose is running" when in need of a tissue. He also markered my nice white mattress today (which was bare because Callum's diaper leaked, necessating fresh bedding), and then he peed all over the bathroom trying to do it standing up. Now he insists that there's poop coming out of the clouds onto the roof. Hope that settles your hormones for the afternoon. At the very least, it's probably put you off your dinner.

Remind me to laugh about all of this someday.

Be well, dear.
May. 21st, 2005 09:12 am (UTC)

This too will pass, Lara. I'll see you soon. Soonish.
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