308. Whine

Hello.  It is me, Katie. I am going to write my mom's blog tonight.  Today my mom told me about depth of field.  She told me that it is like when you look at just your finger everything around it blurs behind it.  I  think she took the picture for that reason.

This is my Grandma  as you know as my mom's mom.  I like to call her Goga.  Today, My Great Aunt (Goga's sister) was in town (she lives in Paso Robles).  Goga invited us over for dinner and to see my Great Aunt.  We gladly excepted.  When we got there my sister and I ran into the play room and started playing with a box our dad gave us.

About 5 minutes later Goga came in and told us to stop denting the walls and to stop breaking things.  That whole time we made that ruckus we were in the box.  We said ok and went on playing.

An hour later we had hooked up all of the strollers in the play room with scarfs and bows.  We had put almost 10 baby dolls in each one and were rolling them in the hallway.  Again, Goga came and asked to stop breaking things and clean up the mess that we had made because it was almost time to go.  We cleaned up.

When we were getting our shoes on to go out the door, Goga started speaking about us breaking things again.  I had heard from my mom if anything like this happened we should just go along with her.  I knew I was innocent, my sister was innocent, my dad knew I was innocent, my mom knew we were both innocent.  I waited until she stopped talking and just followed her.  I told her that we wouldn't breaking anything anymore I told we would be quiet.  What I really wanted to do was tell her that we didn't do anything.  I just couldn't.  I wanted to wake up from this crazy dream that if you think about it is pulling our family apart.   I really miss the older days when nothing was crazy.  I wish just like my mom, that this all would go away.