Warms My Heart

When the kids were little Jon would occasionally comment that life is all backwards.  when your kids are little you are so busy trying to make a living that it is hard to make time for them.  When you are older and can cut back on your work, they don't need you.

He is often pretty wise, but on this one, he missed the mark just a bit.  The kids still need us, if for nothing else, to take time with their children and stop to smell the roses . . . or whatever!

I Have a Bone To Pick!

I just came in to the family room to find the TV droning away (sadly not unusual) and saw a really dumb show called "Wipe Out" playing.  I have a question,

"WHY would anyone jeopardize their God given healthy bodies for money?"

Last night we were watching some AFV for awhile.  That actually is what made me start thinking about this.  I just don't see any humor in people, especially "adults" doing very stupid pranks that are so dangerous and wanting it to be recorded . .  for what . . to inspire their posterity?  Give me a break!  Most of those aren't even trying to get money, they are just showing off.  I do suspect a lot of them are a little if not very tipsy . .  OK . .  drunk . . . at the time, but still, why?

I have also seen ads and the start of some shows that are all about destroying cars, houses, or anything else they can think of, just for the sake of . . . . . . . I have no idea.  What has this world come to?  Why would anyone want to waste stuff that way and why would they deliberately put themselves in harms way to just . . . again, I have no idea why.  What are they proving?

Maybe this is part of my actively culling out anything in my home and now my surroundings that would teach principles or values that would be contradictory to what the Lord would have us live like and teach our children, grand children or any one else under our stewardship.

I f anyone can explain this phenomenon, please, enlighten me.

If I have tweaked any one's nose . . .   GOOD!  It needed tweaking!!!

Enchilamogy . . .

Garrett came into me this morning after playing with the Bed Bug Game.  His big wide eyes were so full of light and sparkles!  "Nanny!  When I grow up I want to catch bugs!"  After telling him what he would be called I had him practice the name . . . . " I'm going to be a enchilamogist!"

 What ever you do, don't eat Mexican at his house!!

Testing a Grandmother's Love

Lincoln went home to his mama today.  Sounds like I had thoroughly spoiled the little guy.  Not on purpose you understand, it's just that when you are sick and you are watching a sick little one, holding, snuggling and rocking them is the easiest way to keep up with where they are and what they are doing, especially when they start feeling better before you do.   I thought I would enjoy a good night's sleep tonight in my own bed, but that ended up being where Garrett wanted to sleep tonight, so maybe not after all.  Unless I decide I am in the mood to be kicked, punched and pummeled for several hours.

I usually let the kids pick three storied for me to read when they have an over-nighter.  Garrett could keep me reading for hours if my voice would hold out for that long.  But tonight, this is all it took!  Very cute story that the last generation really liked as well.

But first  I decided to test my grandmotherly love by playing this game with him, twice.  If you have never played it, turn the volume all the way UP to get the true effect!!

 GARRETT   and the BED BUG GAME

How about that, only one dollar years ago to have a nervous break down now.  What  a deal!  You should see the grown kids run when it comes out!  They will all be happy to hear that the Lucky Duck game, which of course clucked like crazy, has gone the way of all broken games.  Garrett got to play with this one in the Monkey room with the doors closed after this.

  

He was a big helper checking out games so that I could toss the ones that were not working anymore!

Good News . . . Bad News . . .

Lincoln is getting "better", that is good news, right?  Yes, I do question that statement a bit because:

Good News -- Lincoln is getting better.
Bad News -- He is getting into more, for longer waking periods.

Good news -- He more easily entertained, thank goodness.
Bad News --  He has more energy to pitch a fit when he gets mad.  He has discovered that it is way fun catch the arrow pointer on the computer screen . . . . . Hey, old ladies do not have much energy when they are running a fever!

Good News -- He is climbing again.
Bad News --  His balance seems to just a little off.

Good News -- His nose is running less.
Bad News --  He is less willing to let me "soft, soft" (wipe his nose).

Bad News -- His nose ran so much and his little pink nose got so red.
Good News -- I have perfected my method of wiping little noses and he doesn't mind!  Whew!

Good News -- He is very cuddly these days.

Bad news --  Nanny would rather not be bumped, thumped, kicked and poked right now, seeing that she is sick with whatever the little cootie farm has and every fiber of her body aches like crazy.

Good News,-- He is melting down less often

More Good News --  He is still NOT a cute little crier,  Still looks like a little old man with a few teeth now, so I am glad that I am seeing more smiles.

Good News --  He has more energy to ride the horsey.

Bad News -- That old broken down gray mare is out to pasture right now!

Good News -- He is eating after 4 days of only drinking and not that much.

Bad News -- What goes in . . . you know the rest of that story!  I see this end more than the other now.

Daisy started out her day wishing for some peace and quiet. poor little girl has been very patient through all of the past week.

So this afternoon, I seen a great improvement in Lincoln and myself and all will be well soon!

HAD to Do Something!

Jon has been a doll this weekend and tried to help me get all the rest possible with a little blond leech in the house.  When he went to get a new radiator cap, I took a short nap and was a little discouraged when I woke up so soon. I know I HAVE to get rest to beat this bug!

I realized that there were just too many things accumulating around me that are needing to be done.  So I thought of one that would be pretty restful to do.  Fix all the holes that some pesky little mouse chewed in an old army blanket.  Old, but trusty and it really fried my gizzard!  It took quite a while because there were a lot of them!  Not sure what to do with that huge hole taken out of the side . . . . . guess it's time to get creative!!

It's Official . . .

 . . .  I have whatever Lincoln has had this week . . .  just don't know what to call it except . . .*&&#@$%&*&$%$%.

 . . .  and that is all I have to say about it!

OK, the picture is exaggerating, I won't need the oxygen mask until next week . . gasp, wheeze . . . JK!