Little Pearsonette decide to make an early debut. She was suppose to be coming next week, but decided to come tomorrow instead. Modern technology leaves few surprises in the delivery room-the Pearsons know to expect a girl, and have had enough ultrasounds to see exactly what she looks like (more or less). How clever is my newest grandchild to figure out how to pull a fast one on her parents already and come early?
This isn't a picture of baby Pearson. This is Ashley, proof-positive that my baby can't possibly be old enough to have a baby. This picture is from just a few short years ago. I can remember those pajamas she has on--the first of many hand-me-downs from big sisters. I can remember those big-starting-to-turn-permanently-blue-green eyes, taking in the world. I remember taking this picture with my trusty 35 mm film camera and running it to Albertsons for one hour development.
Ashley, 2 weeks
It's a good thing I finished the baby quilt early--minky on the back,
and flannel on the front. A little warm for June, I know, but baby Pearson lives in Rexburg, the only place on earth dependably colder than Billings.
I've got a traveling companion as I head down to do the Grandma thing. Side note to every teenage boy in the world: all of my teenage daughters have gotten one of these from you at some point in their dating history. Several of my girls got several from several different young men. Over the years we've had ginormous bunnies, dogs, bears, and cats gracing the bedrooms of various daughters from smitten boys. Helpful hint: Instead of buying an overpriced dog the size of an elephant, buy a double scoop ice cream for me. You should know it's crucial to have your girlfriend's mom like you. Trust me, you'll spend less and get further ahead if you figure that out early.
This is Rover. He belonged to Megan, via last year's boyfriend. I'm taking him to Krew. Krew can be a trifle ambivalent about me. If the dog doesn't make him love me, I'm taking him for ice cream.
I'm leaving Stan and Megan to finish things up at the duplex. Today I arranged for carpet to be put down the steps, replacing the ratty 30 year old carpet that was there. If you think that fan at the bottom of the stairway isn't doing much to dry out the remnants of the flood, you're right.
Stan put up the rest of the drywall. This isn't the lovely new color we've painted the bathroom- it's the lovely color of drywall.
Here's the future window, cut into the drywall. It's over the future toilet.
Here's the future sink cabinet, still gracing the kitchen, scheduled to be put in Friday night after Stan does the texture on Wednesday and Megan paints on Thursday.
I hope someone remembers to water the yard while I'm gone.
daylily
I hope there are still flowers blooming when I get back.
siberan iris
And most of all, I hope someone keeps an eye on adventurous Megan.
Megan, living yesterday's Red Lodge adventure
Baby Pearson, I can't wait to see you!
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