Paxlet and I headed upstairs this evening to look for paint, specifically if we had any fabric paint*. And
we I got sidetracked. I found a box of yarn that was my mom’s, knitted items that my mom had made and then a box of photographs. Man, these photos were a trip back in time! But first, the “now” photos:
Paxlet took this picture of me last week.
Paxlet took this picture of Mr Siili/Daddy last week.
I took this picture of Paxlet today. He was pinching his nose and blowing. Hilarity! On his behalf, not mine.
And for some “then” photos and a bit of story to go with them. Sorry they are a bit blurry, but that is what happens when you want a post to go up today and you don’t have a scanner at home.
Me in July 1992 in the parking grounds of Oregon Country Fair. I was almost 16.
Mr Siili, May 1, 1999.
Hyvä(ä) means (lit.) good, but in front of something it means “happy/merry”.
Paxlet knew this was daddy and asked about the picture a bit, such as what is daddy holding in his hand.
Me, May 1, 1999.
Vappu(a) means “May Day”
Paxlet recognized me as “äiti/mom”.
And when I asked Paxlet what these were, he immediately said “Äiti”. In automatic response, I laugh-snorted in mock offense. Paxlet thought this was hilarious. Hrm.
Then we looked at Grandma S (my stepmom) and Grandma (my mom).
I love this picture of my mom, she looks so happy.
And then we saw Grandma again, Aunt S (my only sister) and Grandpa.
When I said “Grandma”, Paxlet shyly waved at her. I broke down in tears, although Paxlet thought I was laughing. I gave him a big hug and told him I loved him.
*Do you think acrylic paints can be used on fabrics and not wash off? I want to do a washcloth-paint project, but don’t really want to buy fabric paint.
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