Thursday

For years I have said to THGGM, "It is ALWAYS Thursday!" I don't know why. But, it is.

After a pleasantly busy weekend and a tiring beginning of the week, today was like a breath of fresh air.

Baby Boy came. And, he was the Baby Boy of old. Happy Happy Happy.

My mom came, and she was MY MOM. When I mentioned this to my dad, he said that he had especially noticed this to be true yesterday also.

Baby Boy spent a delightful hour walking back and forth between his Grandma and Beppe (me). He looked up right into my mom's eyes and said just as plain as day GRAND - MAA. He easily calls me Beppe now. Although, he did have a rather long conversation with Great Grandma that ended with him shaking with glee.

He also gets all quivery when we say something that he understands. He doesn't particularly like to have his diaper changed, but if I ask him, he shakes with joy because he knows what I said. It is really funny.

Before my mom and dad left, we gathered around the giant footstool and finished off the Steenstra's St. Claus Cookies. We will make a little Frisian Hollander out of this boy. I suppose there is more to it than having a Beppe and eating St. Claus Cookies, but those are good places to start.

The Elizabeth Goudge book I won on eBay came today. "The Heart of the Family". I do hope it is good. I've been reading Gladys Tabor's "Stillmeadow Season's", but I just finished up Autumn, so it's a good time to start something new.

Then, I'll be piling up the Christmas books.

Tonight, I realized with deep sadness that we no longer have a VCR. It broke with a horrible video in it that I abhorred. My four year old friend had been watching it over and over and over and I was never so happy to have a tape break in a machine in my life! But, now I cannot watch all of the old familiar taped Christmas specials. I probably have all of them that I really want on DVD, but I was surprised EVERY year by the fantastic pizza specials, and the advertisements for old things that look new!

My Christmas boxes have been dragged out of the attic by THGGM. It's a bit early, even for me. Now, if THGGM could only remember where he stored the Christmas CDs...