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We had fun introducing my dad to Oklahoma – my mom came last year when Molly was born, but he’d never been. It’s not every day you get to show your father a landscape unlike any he’s ever seen before.
Funny thing about this lizard.
I spotted it, just off the path, on our walk through the wildlife refuge and we all stopped to look. In true three-year-old form, Pippo squatted down with his nose approximately two feet away from the lizard in question, and just could not see him. For several whole minutes, we pointed, we switched positions, we described where to look, we even poked the little guy with long pieces of grass until finally his patience wore out and he disappeared into the rocks. Pippo just could not see him!
It occurred to us that maybe he just didn’t have enough of an idea of what a lizard looks like to be able to recognize one (though, really, I think he did), so I showed him the picture on my camera’s screen, saying, “see? That was what the lizard on the rock looked like.”
“Oh yes!” he cried, “I would like to see a lizard just like that!”
If only, dear child, if only.
And, of course, we ate. Quite a bit, in fact. Including a mighty good (if I do say so myself) chipotle-braised beef taco birthday dinner for my husband, complete with homemade tortillas (a first for me – thankfully a success) and Grandmother’s Chocolate Pie for dessert. This was my most picturesque version of this pie to date – my mom helped me get the meringue swirls just right.
Pippo was initially unimpressed that Dad had chosen pie instead of birthday cake, but afterwards admitted it wasn’t a bad idea, so long as next year he has cake.
What a treat to have my parents here for (most of) a week! My kids, especially, were in heaven. Grandparents are the best. We miss them already!
Added bonus: I got to be in some of the pictures!
This picture cracked me up. I don’t know what my husband is telling my dad, but I look like I’m not buying it! Considering we’re at the artillery museum, chances are good that he knows what he’s talking about better than I do. So I’m not sure why I’m looking so skeptical.
Whoever wrote the placards for the exhibits had a pretty dry sense of humor: “Unfortunately, the reaction of the mule to having a small cannon fired off its back was not fully considered.”
You notice that my mother is on the phone and on the computer at the same time, with the baby happily playing at her feet. This must be one of the differences between being a mother and being a grandmother. (As I type this, Pippo is literally poking his head between my arms and crawling onto my lap.)
Our visit had some business in it mixed in with all the fun; our pastor had invited both my parents to speak at our parish, which is what brought them out this way in the first place.
Dear Wanda made it to Auntie Leila’s talk all the way from Dallas and wrote a lovely post about the morning on her own blog. We had such a nice time meeting her and the three fun ladies (not to mention the adorable little gentleman) from Oklahoma City, whose names we are afraid have slipped our minds, although their smiling faces haven’t. And Lurker Morgain, who also drove up from Dallas and who we enjoyed talking with so much! And of course, the many really admirable women of my parish who turned out to hear about The Little Oratory and get their books signed. (The Chief’s talk also went well — they both sold out of all their books, which made their suitcases a lot lighter on the way home, and got a box of books out of my house!)
Enjoy the Feast of the Ascension today. Did you know that the Catholic practice of saying novenas — nine days of prayer for an intention — is Biblical and comes from the Apostles gathering in prayer from the Ascension to Pentecost — nine days? And that supposedly it’s a housewife who got the Pope to encourage all the faithful to imitate them? How amazing is that! Let’s pray to the Holy Spirit for an outpouring of His gifts!