I forgot to blog yesterday. I am struggling a little bit with my limitations the last few days and last night was the worst. My right hand is doing all right in spite of my broken middle finger, but I still have to take it easy and still need to wear the splint when doing anything in which I might bang it or otherwise damage it. This is mostly just annoying at this point, but annoying is worse than outright pain to me. However,  a couple of days ago, my left arm decided to join in on the fun and my bursitis flared up into a full attack. So I am limited on the right hand by a broken finger and limited on the left by an arm that won't lift or stretch out to the side. Hahahaha...very funny, body! And then for extra fun on Friday, my right knee decided to be a big pain, too! Extremely annoying. I am not one to let my body dictate my activities so I started alternating Ibuprofen and Tylenol every two hours, but I waited too long to start and last night I seriously wanted someone to cut off my left arm and right leg. That, of course, would have really limited my abilities, so instead David and I took the kids to IHOP and then went to Walmart. The kids ate absolutely every bite of their dinner (The Rooty Tooty or whatever it is called, which consists of a sausage link, a strip of bacon, and a pancake with whipped cream and strawberries. Every bite! 

Daelin is about to turn four (in January) and he is practicing up for the "year of speak" (which is what I call the four-year-old experience), so the Walmart trip was totally amusing as he continued a running commentary about the toys he wanted,  interspersed with exclamations when he saw anything at all that caught his eye. And trust me...there was a lot that caught his eye! As the time went over their bedtime, he  became a little less animated, but still talked non-stop until he finally reached that point where in the middle of normal he melted down. LOL. We were sure he would fall asleep the minute he got to the car, but he had even more to tell us. Where in the world do all those words come from?

This all has nothing to do with the following pictures. I am once again on my laptop and have no access to my most current pictures since I haven't put them on the cloud, yet. But I do have access to some of my older ones and thought you might like to see some life in the fifties. So here is a picture tour of kidlife in the fities.

1. This is my sister, Krys, and our twin cousins, Lenny and Kenny with a calf on my grandmother's farm. I remembered the barn much bigger! 

 From left to right: Krys, our little brother, Ralph, and me, obviously unprepared. And I never do remember to ask mom about those beanies. What were they all about?

Here I am dressed in costume, but we were in Germany and I think the occasion was the Faschingsball, rather than Halloween.  

At my grandma's house carrying around my bib in case of an impending meal? Not sure, LOL.

And here we are in Germany. Little sister, Joyce, riding on Daddy's feet. Ralph is obviously going to be next, LOL. And Krys and I are waiting and cheering. I'm the shorter girl over there.

From left to right: Me, Joyce, Krys, Ralph.  I have no idea where this one was taken. By the dresses, I am thinking we were back home in Minnesota (my parents are from there) because there were some other photos taken of us in those dresses when we were there. Joyce was born in Germany, but not sure how old she was when we left.

Another one in Germany. We are reading the catalogs. We used to love to read catalogs.