Happy 37th Birthday, Robyn

I was invited over to my daughter Robyn’s house this afternoon for supper.  It’s her birthday, and her husband, Dennis, is out of town at a training.  When I got up this morning, I was feeling pretty good.  I decided to call her and come for lunch instead.  I didn’t sleep much last night, so I was afraid I’d be beat by the time the later afternoon rolled around.  She was okay with that, so I headed out around 9:00.  I also packed up my laundry and brought it with me.  She’s got the cheapest laundromat around. 

They were supposed to have an in ground swimming pool installed beginning this week, but with all the rain the only progress has been to get the digging machines there.  Robyn and Dennis were also given an outline of their pool and told to place it where they wanted it.  I know it doesn’t look like much now, but I’m going to enjoy watching the transformation.  I’m thinking I’m also going to enjoy some swimming this summer when I come to do laundry.  Sure beats a mucky old pond!  (it’s going to be a heated pool ) 

 

My sister thinks they’re crazy to put in a pool in this climate, but I remember having a small above ground pool in upstate New York when the kids were young.  It was a life saver for me, and the kids loved it.  We didn’t have air conditioning, and when it got hot, I joined them in the pool to cool down.  I guess I was a more volatile person then, and it just calmed us all down.

 

This morning was a very interesting time.  As I stepped outside to take the picture of the pool area, the door somehow locked behind me.  When I knocked on the door, nobody answered.  It turns out, Robyn was in the bathroom, and the kids kept barging in on her.  Then the youngest, Phoebe, began screaming bloody murder.  Eventually, Robyn opened the door and ran back to the bathroom.  I decided to see why Phoebe was crying so hard.  Turns out she was wearing one of the Mardi Gras necklaces I had sent them, and it got hung up on the little door into the playhouse.  Being just under two years, she couldn’t figure out how to get it off of her neck, so of course, she screamed instead.  It took some work, but I got her loose.  She doesn’t know me well enough yet to allow me to pick her up and comfort her, so she ran crying through the house looking for her mother.  She is a real mama’s girl at this point.

 

When Robyn returned, she gathered up Phoebe, and then her sister, Avery fell down and cracked her head on a chair.  Oh my!  What a wild few minutes it was.   It brought back memories of having three under school age kids at home in my distant past.

For you grandmother types out there, here is a picture of Avery, aged three.  Don’t you just love the chalk smeared on her face?

This is Phoebe after she calmed down.  I’m thinking these two may play quite a part in my pictures this summer.

 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

 

P.S.  I can’t believe I have a daughter 37 years old!  Where does the time go?