Showing posts with label old pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old pictures. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Sharing The Cuteness




Here are two of the Boy's projects from kindergarten and first grade that I've hung onto for the past 15 years. Sadly, it time for them to go.  I just can't move deteriorating posters around for the next 40 or 50 years. But first I decided to take pictures of them so I would always have them always just in a different way.  So I took the pictures of the boards and then pulled the pictures off of them.  It's much easier to store pictures that way so they won't take up as much space.

Then I decided to share the cuteness of the Boy when he was little.


I had a home daycare back then.  That's why I have all these hungry, rambunctious children in the photos with Steven.  Now I only have hungry, rambunctious cats.


A little younger here on the swing.  It was a great swing.  Everybody should have one. Swings that is.


This was the Boy with our first bad pet, a dalmatian named Spot.  When standing, this was the only safe way to approach Spot.  At arm's length.  Spot was on a chain.  All the kids knew to stay outside of Spot's chain boundary or they would get knocked down and licked or chewed on.


Sitting down next to Spot was safer, especially if Spot had a stuffed animal to chew on and distract him.    Wearing a firefighter hat offered head protection should Spot get bored with the stuffed toy.  This picture also reminds me of the that time when the Boy seemed to always want to put his hand down in an inappropriate spot. This was very embarrassing!  Luckily, he finally out grew this unfortunate behavior before he started school.

Of course Spot was the inspiration for the Boy's Halloween costume that year.



First haircut.  As hard as this was for him, it was worse for me. I still have this length of hair safely tucked away in his baby book. My entire family was appalled that I let his hair grow this long.  He was almost three years old.


The Boy and his new do. The "bowl" cut!


The first, last and only time the Boy attempted baseball.  It may look like he was having fun in this picture but he wasn't.  It was a nightmare.  I think this was the only time during the season that he ran the bases.  A proud moment, but just one moment.  That was enough!


He actually loved snow skiing and was much better than I was. I was an embarrassment to him the last time we went snow skiing and I attempted snow boarding with him. Lets just say he did a lot a waiting at the bottom of the bunny slope for me to slide down on my butt.


Kindergarten graduation!  He's wearing red.


My favorite one is this one of the Boy in his great-grandmother's lap.  My grandmother.  She passed away when I was going through the divorce from the Boy's dad. I'm glad she didn't know because she would have worried about me and I was fine.  Always am.   I miss her everyday!


That's enough cuteness for one night and speaking of cute, the Murph is eating all the pizza!

Who knows what I'll uncover during tomorrow's clean out.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Happy Mother's Day To My Mom

Mom holding me and that's my dad's arm
This is me and my mom when I was a baby.  I am very lucky to have her close by.  I don't know what I would have done without her when The Boy was younger.  She helped out a lot when I had to work and he was out of school for holidays or summer vacation.  I don't know what I would have done without her help.
My mom and me
Here's my mom when she was a baby.  She had a wonderful mom too - my grandmother who passed away about 9 years ago when The Boy was 10 years old.
My mom
My mom with her mom - my grandmother
And below is four generations of my family with me, my mom, my grandfather and my great-grandmother.

I'm not so sure about my great grandmother's mothering skills.  Out of four children, my grandfather was the only one to make it through childhood alive.  And she named him Harley, after the motorcycle.

A name he didn't like too much or keep as an adult.
Four generations.
My great grandmother, my mom holding me and my grandfather
I feel very blessed to have such a good mom.  I haven't been very good at calling or stopping by to see her on Mother's Day through the years, but that has changed as I have gotten older.  I appreciate her more and more.

The Murph lost his mom several years ago to diabetes.  For many years before that he didn't get to see her much because she lived in New Jersey and he had moved south.  He tells me all the time that he listens to her now more than he ever did when she was alive.

Her years of motherly advice and wisdom that he shrugged off when she was alive now is a very real part of him.  I don't think a day goes by when he doesn't say mom would have said this or mom would have done that.

It gives me hope that maybe The Boy is hearing what I say and storing it away somewhere to remember when I'm not there and he needs it.

Things he needs to remember such as - "Brush your teeth", "Wash your clothes" and "Always wear clean underwear!".

My mom is full of advice for me as all mom's are I guess.  I should probably listen to her more.   She has very good advice.  Anyway, even if I don't listen to her all the time, I still love her very much.

Happy Mother's Day Mom!