Friday, June 1st, 2012
I’m not talking about her bottle. I’m talking about my Aunt Nancy–known to Fia as Baba Yaga. She came to visit from Louisiana, just outside New Orleans. Fia and I went to her place on the bayou about a year ago and had a blast. It’s when Fia almost killed her bird, Peepers.
Anywho, having her visit us was amazing. She cooked and cleaned, and watched both babies while we slept in for 5 days. Heaven!
In 2007, Aunt Nanc and I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro together. This is before I had babies. I don’t know if we all wore her out more than the mountain did, but she never showed it. She was a trooper. I miss her already. So does Fia. Actually, we all do.
Hiking in Griffith Park