Things to make you go "Awwwwwww"

Happy Day After Mother's Day to all! I would have written this up on Sunday, but mine was busy. David was over here for most of the day, and he mowed the lawn for us, which was mighty nice of him, since I had planned to do that. After supper, we watched the Red Wings' game, but the Ducks beat them in overtime. Darn.

It was also the day of our first thunderstorm of the year. That arrived after supper, during the game. Most of the lightning and rain stayed north of us, but we got some, and the thunder was nice and loud. More rain is in the forecast for tomorrow.

Mother's Day was a suitable day for my wife's big discovery. In the early afternoon, she called me over to the front door. It was Mrs. Robin. But this time she wasn't sitting on her nest. She was standing on the edge, and she had something in her beak. I quickly went to get the camera. The thing in her beak was gone by the time I got back. She was in the same pose, though ...


It had been a few days since we last looked, so when she flew away again, the chair and mirror quickly were brought out. And sure enough ...

The newest mother in town lives under our roof ... the roof of our porch.

I got my wife some flowers today, but most of our celebrating was done Saturday when we visited my mom. We took her out to dinner--this time at a regular restaurant. I ordered a tenderloin, my wife got spaghetti and meatballs, my mom got shrimp (which she needed help with) and David had chicken strips.

The highlight of the visit came after we returned her to the nursing home. That's when I gave her a project I had been working on over the last few months. Just a little photo album with pictures from over a long time.

This is my mom and her parents in the early 1940s. Her older brother was taking the picture and made a face at her. She said she made one back at him. A moment frozen in time ...


This is my dad (who badly needed a haircut) and his two sons. I'm the one in the middle ...


This one is of me, heading off to work once again on my bike, my dad's lunchpail in one hand and a cookie in the other. You get hungry during those long commutes, you know ...


Here are my mom and dad sometime during the 1980s. By that time, he had gotten a haircut ...


My dad died in 1995, and my mom lived by herself until she had a bad fall in September 2005 and had to go into the nursing home. This is her with her cat, from about 2004 ...

Notice the advertising flier over her ankles. Late in the afternoon, her cat would start getting hungry for her snack and would start biting my mom's ankles. Not hard, but enough of a pain that my mom would finally put down her reading and get up to fetch the cat snacks. After a while, we put ad sections over her legs and ankles to prevent the cat from going on ankle attack again.

Guess I don't have to tell you who ran that house.