The Indiana Peeps
Recently my "Indiana Family" came to visit and meet Mazzy for the first time. They spent a mind-blowing 48 hours spoiling the crap out of my very willing daughter. There were sugars to be stolen......
And toys to be purchased and enjoyed
New experiences
And an old favorite
All in all, we had a lovely time. My Grandmother regaled me with stories of her misspent youth and my father's Black Room.
"Did you know Richard [my father] had a black light? And some of those glowing posters? I would go up there sometimes and, if you were half-stoned, it was quite an experience."
There is nothing trippier than having your 70+ year old grandmother talk about her own trips. Seriously. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
I have to admit that seeing Mazzy connect so quickly and deeply with her family was wonderful. Sometimes I fear that she won't have that family bond to help temper the harshness of the real world. I want her to have a place where she is always going to feel loved and accepted. Of course, I just have to hope that these are the people to do it.
Mazzy wasn't the only one receiving gifts. I got a new grown up office chair to replace my pink plastic IKEA model. The Happy Bunny stickers were fantastic, but my new, black adjustable chair screams "MOM" or possiblely even "Boring." But a gife is a gift is a gift, so I am learning to enjoy it. Adam was given this crazy emergency flashlight with a hand generator and radio thing happening. He also got his first real Father's Day gift - A hat and matching t-shirt that say "World's Best Dad." He is SO in the club, right?
OH! The best was the ceramics. My Grandma is a ceramic-loving retiree, people. Mazzy now has a piggy bank, a Noah's Ark, and an Angel night light with the word LOVE cut out of the bottom of her robe. They even went out of their way to make sure that she had a table to display these items on in her bedroom. How great is that?
The visit was well-worth my daughter's refusal to go to sleep last night. At least her bright-eyes resulted in her Daddy declaring she could sleep with us, just so I would stop whispering cuss words through the monitor at him.
And toys to be purchased and enjoyed
New experiences
And an old favorite
All in all, we had a lovely time. My Grandmother regaled me with stories of her misspent youth and my father's Black Room.
"Did you know Richard [my father] had a black light? And some of those glowing posters? I would go up there sometimes and, if you were half-stoned, it was quite an experience."
There is nothing trippier than having your 70+ year old grandmother talk about her own trips. Seriously. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
I have to admit that seeing Mazzy connect so quickly and deeply with her family was wonderful. Sometimes I fear that she won't have that family bond to help temper the harshness of the real world. I want her to have a place where she is always going to feel loved and accepted. Of course, I just have to hope that these are the people to do it.
Mazzy wasn't the only one receiving gifts. I got a new grown up office chair to replace my pink plastic IKEA model. The Happy Bunny stickers were fantastic, but my new, black adjustable chair screams "MOM" or possiblely even "Boring." But a gife is a gift is a gift, so I am learning to enjoy it. Adam was given this crazy emergency flashlight with a hand generator and radio thing happening. He also got his first real Father's Day gift - A hat and matching t-shirt that say "World's Best Dad." He is SO in the club, right?
OH! The best was the ceramics. My Grandma is a ceramic-loving retiree, people. Mazzy now has a piggy bank, a Noah's Ark, and an Angel night light with the word LOVE cut out of the bottom of her robe. They even went out of their way to make sure that she had a table to display these items on in her bedroom. How great is that?
The visit was well-worth my daughter's refusal to go to sleep last night. At least her bright-eyes resulted in her Daddy declaring she could sleep with us, just so I would stop whispering cuss words through the monitor at him.
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