I've been spending lots of time with my mom of late.
We were up in The Great White North for the holidays. Then I was back a week and a half later when we laid my Grammy to rest. Now, she's here to help my sister Evie out with my new niece *YAY* and spending weekends with me *slightly less enthusiastic Yay!*
As always, this allows me to collect all sorts of goodies.
A few mother/daugther interactions to warm your heart:
Over the holiday, my mother, Daddy, Lawn Boy and I were standing in the kitchen. My dad lamented that he needed to loose 20 pounds. My mother added that she could stand to lose 15 and Lawn Boy said the same about himself. Not to be left out, I added that I could do without the extra 10 I'm currently carrying around. Without missing a beat, my mother turns to LB and says, "Leigh always has yo-yo ed."
I mentioned that I'd gotten sick over the holidays. Really sick. Like read-nosed, visibly swollen face, sinus infection sick. My mother proclaimed that LB must really care if he stuck by me through that, because I looked AWFUL!
As we left the church following my grandmother's funeral service and were walking around back to the cemetery for the burial, my mother gazes at me and says, "Oh my Leigh, look at all those grays. I was about your age when I started needed to color my hair too!"
As we were sitting at The Boy's basketball game and I was happily texting LB updates I got a whole lecture about texting. She can do it now that she has her iPhone, but sometimes, according to her, it's terribly inconvenient and would be easier to just call... in the middle of a noisy gym at a basketball game perhaps...
And the piece de resistance... the other night, while complaining about one of her aching body parts and trying to get Daddy to identify exactly what part of her shoulder hurt, she asked LB, "Are you better with body parts than my husband?"