Golly Gee G

(Letter de Leo Reynolds)

• Double G, Gav and Gab, in the hizzouse

Can I mention here how impossible it is to get both kids smiling at the same time, both looking at the camera at the same time, and both with eyes wide open? Let’s not get into the hair. Did Gav get experimental with a curling iron? Nonetheless, those are my number 1 G’s.

• Genealogy – I’m fascinated with learning all I can about my roots. Actually, awesome brother P is doing all the legwork on my mom’s side of the family while an uncle has pulled as much together as he can from my dad’s side. The trail runs cold on each side probably around the time the families entered the United States coming from Germany, England, maybe Scotland and/or Ireland. As I’m a fan of puzzles (which you’ll see on ‘J’ or ‘P’ day), tracing the family tree is the ultimate puzzle.

**UPDATE**  Saving the best for last…

• Grandy – How did I forget everyone’s favorite blogger?

This is how.  See, I typically write out a post in the evening (thinking i’ll get help from e so i can write…aha, silly fool that i am) while breastfeeding Ethan as he’s Mr. Independent and can handle the b00b on his own without my assistance.  Alani, being the delicate, petite orange flower that she is, requires a bit more attention at the titty trough.  So, I’m yoga-sprawled across the chair sideways, balancing Ethan on one leg as he nurses, and pecking out a post with my right hand.  Meanwhile, as E has the patience of gnat jacked up on espresso, he’s hovering around me with a fussy Alani in tow, “TAKE HER! TAKE HER!” the entire time I’m writing.  Also, factor in Gab who’s not missing a minute of the evening circus house action.  Oh, and I’m somehow trying to be creative in what I write during all of this.  Yeh, right.

Grandy is my classmate in blogging.  We each cranked up our blogs around the same time.  Although I still can’t remember who found who and how.  I did give her a little shove into the NaBloPoMo madness.  Yeh, she’s her own comedic headliner and has a bit of Lucille Ball’s lifeforce within her being.  But, she and the D.C. gals were there in the beginning (ha, i’m waxing on like i’ve been doing this for centuries…melodramatic anyone?), so they are extra special to me.   (crackers with your cheeseball?)

My deepest apologies, dear sweet and sassy Grandy.  You know I want to run away with you.