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Goodbye, six. Hello, seven.

Saturday, 26 January, 2013


Choo choo – Saturday, January 19, 2013

The highlight of our trip to the arboretum.

In my arms – Sunday, January 20, 2013

There will be a day when the cure for a bad day isn’t as simple as climbing onto my lap. There will be a day when he decides he is too old to fall asleep in my arms, and when my soft kisses on his head won’t be reassurances of love and safety, but will be met with eye rolls and protests. But today is not that day, and I am reminded that the most important thing I can do in my life is to be exactly who I am.

Classic – Monday, January 21, 2013

I loved this game when I was little but never had enough patience to finish it because it is all sorts of repetitive. The guys played the entire thing – the ending is completely anti-climactic.


Dearest darling – Tuesday, January 22, 2013

On your last day of being six you asked me to take a picture of the little bowl you made for me in kindergarten. After school you wanted to read to me. You read six books, and they were the hardest books I’d ever seen you read before. I was so proud. When dinner was over we organized all your books, and we wrote messages to Grandma, and we giggled a lot, and played games. When you went to bed I almost cried because tomorrow you will be seven and I will miss six.

Whose house? Ron’s house – Wednesday, January 23, 2013

On your first day of being seven I woke you up in the morning and told you happy birthday. You sat straight up and asked when we were going to open presents. After school we went on a walk to visit Ron, the neighbor kitty. We came home, opened presents, and had pancakes with fresh raspberries for dinner. Your two best friends came over, and we had cake and ice cream, and the three of you played a game and you won. You called Grandma in Arizona and you two played a story and it was a really great day.

Whatever – Thursday, January 24, 2013

To steal a line from Clueless, this yarn is a total Monet. From afar, the colors are spectacular. Up close, you can see it’s made from 100% chenelle nasty crap. If the colors didn’t absolutely sing to me, this would have been destashed YEARS ago. But they do, and so it sits in my stash, where I’m afraid it’s destined to be forever, because really? What in the hell do I do with this?

I’d love to stay, but I really mustache – Friday, January 25, 2013

Is anyone surprised that this is my keychain? No? Didn’t think so.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. swakins permalink
    Saturday, 26 January, 2013 9:17 am

    Happy Birthday, Charlie. You will love seven, it is even better than six! Trust me, I know.

  2. Katinka permalink
    Saturday, 26 January, 2013 3:25 pm

    Charlie is beyond cute. For what it’s worth, my oldest guy is 10, and he’s still up for a snuggle. 🙂

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