Incredibly, all is not roses-blooming-beneath-our-feet, all-the-time here in Zion. Last night, Grandpa Dick thumped Sally on the head after she, in her cheetah-spotted footy pajamas, bit him on the leg. She was promptly put in time-out, and apologizes and (silent) recriminations flew. She deserved the thumping: almost-7 is old enough to not bite, and swatting in hurt/surprise at something that attacks one’s leg is a natural enough reaction.
And then I saw, again and again, the surprised look on her face. Unfortunately, Sally is used to that sort of treatment from me. I’m still working off guilt from the time I whacked her with a hair brush when she would not sit still now to get her hair done a couple years ago. She is not used to it from a wonderfully indulgent and usually-playful grandpa.
So here’s to marrying up. I listed a few of the reasons that I love Dick for our anniversary in June. Here’s one more. His first, unguarded reaction (unlike mine) is a question or a gentle reproof or a pretty long-suffering patience (though I do know how to get to the end of that patience, if I do say so myself). Dingity-dangity, I love you!
Dick requested a Rocky Road Ice Cream Cake (Marcy-style), and got chocolate cake (from a box) with awesome toppings: Rocky Road Ice Cream, pecans, marshmallows and coconut.
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That is such a cute pic of Callie!
We love Tom too. I was talking to someone in the ward the other day (named Tom) and Alden wanted to say hi to Avery & Callie & Lucy’s Daddy. He didn’t believe me that there are other Toms in the world.