So grown up, and it happened so quickly.
Yes, it’s a lost pacifier In a parking lot. Someone had a long and perhaps loud ride home Unless they had a spare.
So there are many nicknames for a pacifier.
By what name do you call it?
It might depend where you live or perhaps a family special moniker. (This photo is not intended to spark debate on whether pacifiers are good or bad.)
8:03 AM Update> I posted on FB and have received quite a few varied nicknames Binky/Binkie, Nuk. Nukkee, Bobby, Choca, Chupete, In Sweden- Napp (bite), Nuggi, Peace of Mind, Smokk- Norway or Tut-Tut, Kiki, Nuggi
Rick says it’s “schnuller” in German.
Born May 26, 1976
Happy Birthday Mark ❤️ love, Mom
Yes, it is!
Love and happiness always,
Thanks for all the comments. I appreciate your responses. It seems an issue I have trouble fixing. Now the WordPress Bloggers have to sign in? Oh my. It should not be a pain to leave a thought or good word.
Throwback Thursday. One of my favorite family photographs. Mark reading while Erika’s holding baby Jack and Anna and Michael. Before Maura was born. We were on a road trip in May 2007, staying at our friend Joanne’s home in Omaha, Nebraska. 782 miles from Columbus to Omaha in the minivan, that’s one way. I sat in the back with the kids and was the Granny Nanny while Mark (and sometimes Erika) attended meetings at a convention. The word of the week this would illustrate might be Exhaustion. Oh, that’s right, they don’t have the word of the week anymore. 🙁
Childhood friends as mothers.
The girls, born in Germany in 1983 and 1984, were friends as babies and toddlers and young girls
Laura at bottom. Anna at top.
Here they are as Mothers,
in 2018 with their own children
Anna with Elio. Laura with Charlie
My Father’s Day post.
Here’s a photo of our parents, Roy and Marian Hendricks. Dad is holding my sister.
My parents didn’t own a camera so a family friend must have taken this picture.
This lovely photo is in one of those awful sticky photo albums. Ugh. There must be a way to remove the photo without damaging it. Any clue?
In the ongoing effort of cleaning up the third floor earlier this week, I found a stash of postcards and greeting cards, some handmade by my kids, written or scribbled upon and saved. Saved by me cause I couldn’t bear to pitch them. Even a dot matrix computer printer card, made by the kids for me. A folded page of Murphy the Airedale’s inky footprints before any of the grandkids arrived and then I found a card with the addition of “baby” when Anna was expected.
Numerous photographs, too.
Happy Mother’s Day greetings, a partial collection.
Me as a young mother of 3 in 1983Me with the kids on way back to Germany in 1985 at Christmas after Aunt Bobbie’s wedding in Kansas City.
My mother as a grandmother holding Mark in 1977, Fort Knox, KY
Christmas 2017. Me with five of my grandchildren
Finding my place in the world of motherhood.