Saturday, March 2nd
When we told the girls that I would be going to Louisiana, they were sad for me to leave. I asked them if I could bring anything back for them; Blythe asked for leggings, candy, and toilet paper. Yes, toilet paper. Meg asked for a picture of my parents, grandmother, brother, and me.
Friday, March 1st
One thing we have been really struck by is the generosity of everyone. People that my grandparents and parents are close friends with and casual acquaintances have all stopped by and dropped off food. We have been overwhelmed with love and support.
Here is just a sampling of the desserts that were brought by my grandmother’s house.
Thursday, February 28th
My grandfather passed away very early in the morning, and I got a flight to Louisiana as quickly as I could. He had been sick for a long time, and critically ill in the hospital for the last week. We are all so sad to see him go, but relieved that he is no longer suffering. He lived an amazing and full 89 (almost 90) years. Chris stayed home with the girls.
In the plane, you could see how the snowstorm earlier in the week hit areas in the north, and left the southern area snow-free.
Wednesday, February 27th
After having a snow day, a snow delay, the weekend, another snow delay, and today, another snow day within the last week, the girls are sick of being in the house. I had to pull out all the stops and put together crafts and activities for the kids. We started the morning with oobleck.
Tuesday, February 26th
I finished the quilt top I’d been working on. It’s far from perfect (far, far, far) but I do like how it turned out. I’m toying with the idea of giving it to Meg for her birthday.
Monday, February 25th
We had a school delay due to snow. With “nothing to do” they asked to paint their toes. Meg picked out the colors, and they each chose to use the colors in a different pattern on their toes.
Sunday, February 24th
I bought this quilt on a trip with my mom to visit family in Pennsylvania in 2011. We drove out to Amish country, and decided to take the scenic route home. We saw a sign advertising quilts for sale, so we pulled over to the farm, and an old woman was selling all kinds of quilts in an enclosed porch at her home. I saw this and had to have it. It’s antique, but she didn’t know how old it was exactly. It hangs out on the back of a chair in my living room now; I won’t let anyone use it to cover themselves. It reminds me of good time spent with family, and it makes me happy.