Being a Mother of Daughters I never realized how true the sentiment below truly is until Darlin' D came into my life. Looking back, I had it fairly easy raising my two girls. I was thinking that I come home exhausted after a day of watching the grandson because I am getting old but is it maybe a combination of that and Dylan's bottomless little boy energy?
So maybe spring is actually coming...the forget-me-nots in my garden are blooming. The lilacs are starting to pop open. I'm sure lots of other blossoms will be showing their pretty selves soon if we get more than one day of sun in the next week. Mr.Sun...Sun...Mr. Golden Sun...Please Shine Down On Me!
Saturday, here in Maryland, as in so many other South Eastern States, it was rainy (2 inches), stormy, windy all day and into the night. The daughters and our sons acquired by marriage, came here for the day for dinner and to dye Easter Eggs with Dylan. Had the weather been nice, the boys were planning on helping Lou take down some trees in the front yard. However, when the weather didn't cooperate, the plans were changed dramatically. It was decided that the living room ceiling, which had some water damage, was coming down. When we moved into our house 35 years ago, Lou had put up drywall over a ceiling of cracked plaster, added cedar beams and stippled the ceiling. We liked it then but in 2011 it is very '70's, very dated. I had said when the time came to repair the water damage I would really like it the '70's gone from the living room.
The "kids" walked in the front door on Saturday and quickly cleared the living room of furniture, (which is now tucked in various rooms and places around the house) curtains, lamps the fireplace mantle, every picture, book and rug. Plastic was put up to cover the doorways out of that room. First beams came down, then the crown moulding, then the old drywall. Lou, Chad and Erik worked all day in that room and were able to get much of the new drywall back up and finished putting up the rest on Sunday.
Holly and Meagan fixed both lunch and dinner for all of us and while the men folk were busy ripping out the ceiling, the women took time to dye eggs. It is the first time that Dylan was able to help with that task and he did an enthusiastic job. His Great Grandmother, my Mom, was also here to help with coloring the eggs.
Lou will tape and spackle the ceiling this week. We need to go pick out new crown moulding and paint colors. We are debating on refinishing the wood floors, but I would be happy with just getting the ceiling finished and the room painted. Lou is also planning on making raised wood panels to cover the brick fireplace.
I'm so very grateful to my children, Holly and Chad, Meagan and Erik for taking the time to help us old folks this weekend. Love you guys! I am blessed to have you all in my life.
The sun is shining brightly this morning. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful spring day here in my little area of the world. I know the old saying that April showers bring May flowers but enough is enough...here as in other parts of the country the weather has been wacky. It's time to warm things up a bit.
I will be running up to the the shop to get out a few orders but then will be working in the yard and am so looking forward to playing in the dirt. Guess that's where Dylan gets it from...he loves to play in the dirt too.
Dylan is now in daycare for 3 days a week. It was a rough time for both child and mother. He cried, hanging onto her leg for quite a few days when she would leave him at the school. (I call that payback for all the times when Holly did that to me when she started pre-school) The teachers however sent her emails and pictures showing that he settled down minutes after she left the building. It has been good for Dylan to be with other children his age, almost 2. I still watch him on Wednesdays and am amazed week to week what new things he has learned, like how to shout, "No" instead of the famous head shake he did before and the always wonderful "Mine". But he's learning how to socialize and a new look at the world has opened up for him. He is not a baby anymore...he's a little boy. Also daycare has provided other things, like a stomach virus, a runny nose and now pink eye. Yesterday I had to pin him to the floor to put antibiotic drops in his eyes. He screamed, it broke my heart, and then it was back to normal. But other than that my darling boy and I had a wonderful day together. We danced, we counted things, we read books, we played with poker chips, putting them in piles according to colors and then knocking them over and piling them up again. Hoping that next week the sun will be out, it won't be so muddy, and we can play outside.
About 20 years ago, my brother John walked into Bill Bateman's Restaurant and was sitting at the bar. A "little old lady" came up to him and started talking. She took him by the hand, back to the table she was sharing with a younger woman. She said, "I want you to meet my daughter." That is how my brother met his beautiful future wife Marcia and the funny, kookie woman who would be his Mother-in-Law. This was typical Edna.
A wonderful character, full of life, who spoke her mind and was always ready for a good time. She made us laugh at what she sometimes had to say and although Marcia tried to rein her in at times with, "Mother, that's enough" it never worked. Edna liked my husband, and more than once told me that Lou must really love me because of the way he looked at me and then would turn to Marcia and ask why John didn't look at her that way.
Edna was so happy when John and Marcia got married and more than once over the years she had commented, "I so glad we married John." Of course, she had taken matters into her own hands to get the two of them together.
We lost Edna today at the age of 95. While we will miss this one of a kind woman who was so loved by so many, heaven is lucky to have a wacky, wonderful new soul.
My Dad was a huge Baltimore Colts fan. I remember that he had season tickets for the Colts football games and his very, very favorite player was Gino Marchetti. Every summer, he would load the family into our green 1957 Chevy station wagon, and we head to Colt Camp Family Day. My Mom would pack a picnic lunch and after we ate, my brother, sister and I would stand in line to meet the players, get autographs, and have our pictures taken. I have fond memories of those days.
Several of the Colts opened restaurants in the Baltimore area. John Unitas had his restaurant, The Golden Arm. Ordell Braase owned the Flaming Pit Restaurant in Timonium. Gino Marchetti and Alan Ameche opened the first Gino's Drive In Restaurant in 1957 on North Point Road in Baltimore County. Several other locations were added in Maryland, and within a year Gino's Restaurants had expanded to New Jersey, Delaware and southeast Pennsylvania. Serving burgers and Kentucky Fried Chicken, Gino's was best known for the Gino Giant, a large 2 burger sandwich with a secret, pink sauce. In 1982 the chain was sold to Marriott International and the restaurants soon disappeared.
I heard on the radio that Gino's will be reopening in the Baltimore area this year. The first has opened in King of Prussia, PA and later this week the radio station is taking Baltimore Fans to that restaurant to meet the man himself. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of the winners, but as my Dad would shout out, "Way to Go Gino Baaaaby!"
A home based business owned by a friend of my daughter and son-in-law. Ashley is a stay at home Mom and has an etsy shop with cute children's clothes, hats and shoes. Dylan has a pair of pair of baby loafers that he wears as slippers.