Granny May (10 May 1916 - 19 May 2008)

Mom's been busy the last couple of days looking up flights to england, while dad's been away at historymaker. unfortunately great-granny died before mom was able to get to the airport. i told mom she didn't need to be sad, as now she could share my granny.
"little" played a far greater role in the family than her nickname would suggest. maybe one of the reasons she loved me was that finally she wasn't the smallest person in the room?


Granny May loved singing, especially the old war songs from her youth



I think she might have been an opera singer, if circumstances had been different

watching 'the bocce boys"

our next door neighbours are a household of graduate students who must have plenty of time on their hands: not only did two of them run a marathon recently, they spend an inordinate amount of time playing bocce.
sometimes they let me play with them, but not too often as i'm rather good. i think my enthusiastic cheering interrupts the flow of conversation somewhat, too. now that ollie wants to join in as well, mom went and bought us our own set of bocce balls. we could play in the back garden, but authentic bocce happens out the front, just like next door.

things you never thought you'd hear your 3 year old say....

(the first in an occasional series)

on arriving home from preschool, when asked what he'd like to do next joel replied: "it's a lovely day for croquet, mommy"

actually he said "croquery", but he meant croquet!