We all had lumps in our throats on Thursday as we prepared for “Dama” and “Grangon” to go. It was a perfect visit (despite the alternating humidity and state of emergency torrential downpours). In one of those actions that your kids do that literally slices you to the core, Briar still goes to the door and looks for “Dama” and “Grangon” to come back. Other times she just says their names softly. As my Grandfather has often said, “Damn these miles between us!”
I can still smell the chlorine, feel the sun, and hear the giggles.It was a day of absolute perfection.I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
Disclaimer: This post contains more jarring profanity than most. I am not kidding. Shing.Fawn.Shwing.Sha-wings. Fawn.WeeeFun.Fun, wee.Yay, fun shwings. All that and she never actually wants to go on the swings. I should also say that lately, and it’s probably paranoia on our part, but just about every word she says that begins with the letter ‘s’ sounds like “shit” and, not that she actually says a lot of words that begin with ‘f’, but when she does, I’ll be damned if they don’t all sound like ‘fuck’. Now if you’ll go back and read the first part of this post: Shing.Fawn.Shwing.Sha-wings. Fawn.WeeeFun.Fun, wee.Yay, fun shwings. You’ll understand that we were afraid we were a South Park scene come to life or a Dateline episode…
Must give credit where/when credit is due. It’s no secret in our house that I always get sayings ever so off, mangling a phrase or mixing cliches. Whatever. I hope it’s the endearing chink in my sometimes neurotic armor. Anyway, the title, “A Very Sweet Face” is all Sean. He said one night about Avery that she was ‘a very sweet girl. A very, Avery.” So there you have it. And here are some pics of Avery’s sweet face.
This post title sounds like it’s going to be about peeing. Not so. As much as I do find myself talking more than necessary about poopie diapers and the like, this is not about pee. It has been hot. Really hot. Ok, it’s been like stupid hot. Stupid, muggy, miserable hot. So we have been doing whatever possible to keep cool. Basically it adds up to a whole lot of playing with the hose. Briar was showing off for her grandparents in the puddles left behind by the hose. They were appropriately fascinated with her water art. Stay tuned for a later post with examples of her mayo art.