Thursday, July 19, 2012

Coffee Beans and All About Zara


As I sit here sipping this magical brew, I am thinking about my son. He brought me coffee. This one is amazing. We brewed a pot yesterday afternoon and I drank a cup then. I was still able to sleep last night, but it would have been worth the insomnia. Heavenly, it was. The smell, the taste. Sigh. I will guard it and brew only for special occasion. I won't share, so don't ask! He who is addicted to Diet Coke took a sip and proclaimed it to be nasty. What a waste. I drink it black, so I can enjoy the taste of the coffee. Maybe he was expecting something with sugar and cream?


I love this face! My boy, all grown up. He is sweet and sensitive. One year on my birthday he came into my office with a bag in his hand and handed me my most favorite cookies in all the land of store bought cookies. Pepperidge Farm Bordeaux cookies. They are thin and crispy. They taste like the crunchy top of a pound cake (homemade, of course). Just don't look at the nutritional facts on the side of the bag. Just savor the delicate buttery, sugary essence. I let it melt on my tongue, then sip coffee. Oh, I wish I had some!


Zara is four. Mr. Martha, the kitten looks huge in her arms. Martha was pretty well behaved for the most part yesterday. It was a little loud and exciting with three little girls trying to pet him and hold him.


Zara found Gramma's camera. There were many interesting shots on it. This is Zara's legs and feet.


This is Gramma and Papa. There were some other shots of me ........ they have been deleted. Let's just say they were less than flattering. Thank the good Lord for digital cameras. I would have really struggled with paying for developing and then having to destroy the evidence.


We are not sure why Zara was climbing through the stools. Maybe Martha, the kitten extraordinaire, was showing her how.


She didn't get stuck ......


She seems to be intrigued with Papa's ever present cap.


Another face I am smitten with. She walked into the kitchen while I was working on our dinner. "What are you making?" she asked. "I am making dinner, what are you making? I asked her. She looked up at me very seriously and said, "I am not a maker."



Zara, the clown.

9 comments:

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Val said...

"I am not a maker." Love it! I think maybe Zara was impersonating a turtle in that not-stuck picture. Looks like Mr. Martha has met his match.

I hope that coffee gives you as much energy as Zara. You'll be done with all your chores by 9:00 a.m.

Jeannie said...

I'm very interesting too!

Loves me some spam!

And your family! Looks like everyone was having a good time.

Mamma has spoken said...

Love the "I am not a maker" statement too! I've had that brand of coffee before for the Krug machine. It's a little strong for my taste but then I'm the person who likes a little coffee with my creamer ;o)

Joanne said...

More grandkids = more fun. I am not a maker, either. God bless the cooks.

Brian Miller said...

ha you have been having fun...smiles...or she has...very cool...like her shots...and mm on the coffee, i love coffee and those cookies are def good too...

Kathy G said...

I like the name "Mr. Martha" for the cat. Hope it sticks.

Linda O'Connell said...

Cute little Zara sounds charming. Martha turned out to be a Marty? How about that. Mr. Martha sounds fitting. Looks like you had fun and were kept busy.

SkippyMom said...

You have gorgeous grand daughters. Their smiles just light the room, don't they? And you guys look so, so cute with them - and like you are having the best time. He who is looking all curmudgeonly just looks ready to break out in a huge smile for his girls. So sweet.

Sorry to hear about all the pool troubles. I lose a little bit of my faith in humanity every time I read about your swimmers and over nighters. Sigh. Hang in there.

And now I am wondering what the sodium content is on those cookies. Think I can get one of the kids to go to the store for me? I am having a craving Kathy, thanks. Thanks a lot. giggle