

Mom's bottle was taller and had a silver cap. She would sprinkle my dad's shirts and my little dresses and I am sure her own dresses. She would then roll them and stick them in a clear plastic bag and put them in the refrigerator. After my sister and I were tucked in bed and dad had left for work, Mom would spend her nights ironing. We awoke in the morning, all the clothes would be perfectly pressed and hanging in our closet. I do not know the point of the pop bottle or the refrigerated damp clothing rolled so neatly and stacked in their bags, but we ALWAYS had nicely pressed clothes. Did anyone else do this, or have a mother who did this? It is a huge memory for me.

Aren't they wonderful??!! Charlotte looks SO grown up and Zach is like a magazine ad! And TJ turned out beautiful!
Precious memories of an age that will be gone much too quickly. TJ does not like to "pose" and is not willing to follow the direction of "say cheese". A game of "catch" with Grandma and a plastic apple did the trick! To know those eyes were looking at me is the icing on the cake. I have not seen the little guy in over a week. Paw Paw said he would probably have whiskers and a girlfriend by now! Nope, he was still my little guy, but he did look taller.
I love my husband. His main goals in life are to provide for, protect, and enjoy his family. He does these things well. Another goal he has at the top of his list is to make ME happy. I just mentioned how I would like to make room in the closet off the kitchen for a small pantry. He has spent today building me a wonderful full sized pantry!!
I have this print hanging in my home. It is framed and matted in a beautiful blue and gold matting. It has hung in various places in my home. Right now it is on a wall in the upstairs hallway just outside Charlotte's bedroom door and just across from my sewing/classroom. I want to thank all of you for your prayers for my family over the last few days. We ALL had a wonderful day yesterday and all through the evening. The kids both went to bed with no anxiety and everything was peaceful. God is good. I would like to ease the minds of those who are concerned with Charlotte's exposure. It would be difficult to put yourself in her place or even begin to know what she would feel about these posts (even though she does not read them), unless you had experienced what she has. Well I happen to know someone who has. This person feels that if what she had been through had been exposed, she would not have felt so "crazy and suicidal" throughout her early adult years. I also want to make it clear that I will not ever share Charlotte or Zachary's most private horrors, but I will not deny them either. I respect anyone's opinions in regards to these posts and feel you have a right to your opinions. If you wish to share them I will gladly listen, however I will NOT give place to any opinion when it is given with a mean judgemental spirit. This does NOT "get my attention" and in fact will cause me to not even see your valid points. Let's, please, be kind to one another. This is the last I will say on this. Praise God it is NOVEMBER...a season of Thanksgiving. I am Thankful for all of you!
They also have music class on Thursday, which gives me 45 GLORIOUS "alone" minutes a week. I am thinking of signing them both up for violin lessons. Charlotte would love the piano, but we sold ours after the boys gave it up. I could rent violins until I see they really want to stick with it. I ordered matching dresses for me and Charlotte to wear on Thanksgiving. They arrived yesterday and are just beautiful. The quality of the fabric AND the workmanship is incredible. I don't think I could find a nicer dress in a high scale department store. Here is Charlotte in hers. The pics are too cute not to share more than one!
Cleaning, laundry, groceries, school, and, in a minute here, a quick break with the kids. They are watching a documentary called "Saving Sharks" and then we will watch "Surf's Up" together. TJ is here for a few hours, though he is napping right now. What a sweet little guy he is. I caught him drawing in my book and said "TJ, Don't write in Grandma's book." He threw the pencil behind him and looked at his doodle saying "Oh No, Grandma, what happened?!" You know I would not erase that doodle for anything!!



