Two-fer

In honor of the fact that Gin is HERE, or has been (who has time to post things when they could be hanging with the angels?), and that it was kind of her birthday, we hauled out the ancient garland that was our Gin’s birthday tradition for many years and hung it from the beam.  The tissue paper was still lively, but the lacy-paper connectors were so sad and so old that the garland’s very own weight tore it apart.  Aloha, old garland.  It was always our spark of color and festivity after a dreary, sagging January.  Now we will have to find something else.  Heat lamps, maybe.

And with Gin came The Frazz!!  Pinball in a bottle!  Lightening striking twice!  Who needs tissue paper and string when you’ve got a star child banging around the house?  So of course, we all got together and ate stuff, and here is how the story goes:

One grandchild at our table.  The OLD one.

The OLD grandchild and him mommy.

AND the YOUNG grandchild AT THE SAME TABLE, AT THE SAME TIME.  Also with parents who are stuffing faces.

The grandfather.  Talk about an OLD one.

The blissfully single aunt.

Wild and celebratory music and rhythm coming from at least two bass strings.

The OLD grandchild gettin’ fancy with the dancing Aunt.

The YOUNG grandchild doing buck-wings without tap-shoes.

And last, a quiet moment with the YOUNG one and his aunt Gin.  It is the last one because there are no pictures of quiet moment with the Frazz.  They don’t make ’em.

Two in one place. At one time.

A-mazing.