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A couple of weekends ago, I was invited to Seattle to my grandson’s first birthday party. I was excited to be able to share the day with them. I invited Anderson, my oldest grandson, to make the trip with me. He loves going places with me (when he was three he went on a road trip with me, all the way from Portland to Riverside, CA., just the two of us).

We left on Friday morning and drove back on Sunday afternoon (it’s about a three hour drive). We weren’t the only overnight guests. My daughter-in-law’s best friend and her two boys (ages 3 and 5 months) were also there. Although Anderson is way older than them, he really enjoyed playing with them. He’s used to playing with younger kids and being gentle with them. When he got bored, he would go downstairs to watch TV on the big TV down there, or play Minecraft. He kept himself entertained. We were all pretty impressed with how well he played with the little kids and how well he behaved.

When we were saying our goodbyes, he said thank you for having him over and that he had a good time. My daughter-in-law told him that he was welcome to go back and visit anytime. He asked when and she said again, “anytime.”  We got in the car and headed for the freeway and not twenty minutes later he says, “Nana, Sarah said I could come back anytime.” I nodded and said that he had been very good and that was why he was welcome to come back anytime. Then he cleared his voice and said, “You know Nana, I was thinking I want to go back. How about tomorrrow?!”

That was my smile. I keep thinking about it. It seems so easy to him to jump in the car and be there three hours later. I’m glad he had a good time and that he was so well behaved and that he is welcome “anytime,” but not tomorrow. I think we’ll wait a bit!

The Weekly Smile is hosted by Trent ant Trent’s World the Blog. Go check it out and do some smiling!

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Tempting

I belong to the local Nextdoor community on Facebook. I check it every day, not because I’m looking for anything specific but because sometimes there is interesting information posted. For example, on Saturday I will be attending a free learn to crochet workshop, at the local library, which was organized by a woman in the group who wanted to learn to crochet. I did crochet years ago but haven’t in maybe fifteen so  I am going.

The other day, I came across a posting that made me chuckle and I figured that the poster didn’t realize that what they posted was funny.

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I was tempted to reply and inquire about the free toddler! I didn’t because I didn’t want them to think I was putting them down in any way. But it did cross my mine and made me chuckle.

The next day I found this:

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I really laughed out loud at this one because someone else had followed through with replying to the post. I figured I wanted to meet this woman. I might, one day. In fact, I will look for her at the crochet workshop in case she attends on Saturday. I also waited to see if the original poster would reply and wondered if she would be angry.

I didn’t have to wait long.

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This one really cracked me up.

Being the grandmother of a toddler, I also found this a tempting post. Maybe we should list Spencer! 😉

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I have been pressed to find smiles, or smiles I’ve wanted to write about, i the past few weeks. I’ve been trying to come up with smiles that aren’t grandchild related but I have come to realize that most of my smiles DO come from those grandchildren.

This weekend was not great. I got word that my son was in a car accident but is okay, which is more than can be said about the car. But at least he’s okay. Then the next day came word of the death of their dog, one of their dogs, Bear. Although he was past his life expectancy, it still came as a shock as he’d not been ill. But I will write some “Bear Smiles” later in the week or for next week.

A few days ago, my son-in-law finally came to replace my thermostat which had been sitting here since the baby was born almost six weeks ago. I’ve been dealing with no heat in our very cold winter. Finally, my daughter got after him and he came that night. Spencer came with him when he came to replace the thermostat. So those were the first two smiles, a new thermostat and a grandson visit.

He was sitting watching his dad work on the thermostat and I asked him “How is Maya today?”

He answered right away with an annoyed look. “Bad.”

“Maya is bad? Is she sick or is she a bad girl?” I chuckled thinking it silly that a six week old could be a bad girl.

“Bad girl. Cry, cry, cry. Five times. Crying.” He held up all five fingers on both his hands. “Maya cry five times. Cry. Cry. Cry. Five times. Crying. Maya bad.” He shook his head and grimaced.

That really made me crack up! I told him babies cry because they need something and can’t talk. I told him maybe she was hungry or sleepy when she cried.

“Yes. Hungry. Maya ate baby milk and then no cry.”

Those were my smiles this week. Pretty good ones, I’d say!

The #weeklysmile is a blog link up hosted by Trent at Trent’s World. You should go check it out. Maybe you can share a smile with us!

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When I was over at my daughter’s a couple of weeks ago, there was a huge fighting, crying scene because the little one wanted the scissors and wasn’t allowed to use them and there were no kid scissors. So as I was putting together their Advent Calendar, which this year took the form of a “grab bag”where they could choose a wrapped gift from a Christmas bucket, I remembered this and picked up two kid ambidextrous (Anderson is a lefty) scissors for the bucket.

I heard from my daughter that they were a big hit then two days later, I got this picture by text from her:

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Yup, they cut each other’s hair!

#WeeklySmile is a blog link up hosted by Trent. Come by and share a smile or two with us.

 

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When my kids were growing up, we lived in a small town near Los Angeles and in another town right next to us, one much smaller than ours, they had a Christmas parade each year, during the first weekend of December. Because it was in California, we didn’t often have to worry about wet weather but we did have to bundle up because even there, in the foothills of the Crescenta Valley, it could, and did, get very cold and windy.

For a small town, Montrose had a big parade. It wasn’t fancy. It featured every local school’s marching banc, every gymnastics troop, every scout group, a local motorcycle group performing stunts, and the last few years I attended, even the preschool participated with parents pulling the little ones in wagons and pushing them in strollers.

It was fun. It didn’t matter that there were no big, fancy floats. It just mattered that everyone was there for the same reason, to celebrate all the kids in the parade, young and old.  I remember the excitement as we headed for the parade each year. We had to get there early so we could get front row seats, sitting on the curb with blankets and taking a big thermos of hot chocolate and some snacks. It wasn’t until years after we started attending that the started to sell hot chocolate and cookies and all sorts of stuff. In fact, it makes me wonder what that little parade is like now. I’m sure it’s very different from the days when I marched the parade route with my Cub Scouts and my Girl Scouts. In fact, I had to do it twice. I had the parade organizers place my Cub Scouts and Girls Scouts far enough apart so I could march with one troop then run back to the beginning of the route to march with my other troop! Those were the days when I was young and had a lot more energy. I’m sure I couldn’t do that now!

Of course, the highlight each year was Santa Claus arriving over the parade route on the search and rescue helicopter! The helicopter hovered above the parade route with spotlights shining on Santa as he hung out the door waving to the kids below. It really was kinda neat!

Those memories bring back the good times; the times when all was good and we were happy; the times of innocence and believing in magic and the good in the world.

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Last week, Anderson (6) and I went to feed my daughter’s cats (she was out of town). We ran a few errands and stopped at IHOP. I’m teaching him to read and as part of that effort, I point out signs and store names and whatever print I see that might be easy enough for him to try to read or sound out the letters. So we are driving home and we were passing the hospital when this happened:

Anderson: ER. What is that, Nana? Why does it say ER.

Me: That means Emergency Room. E for Emergency and R for Room.

Anderson: What’s Emergency Room?

Me: That’s part of the hospital and people that are very sick and cannot wait to see the doctor go there. When people are in accidents, ambulances might bring them here to the Emergency Room if they are hurt.

Anderson: I never been to the Emergency Room, right Nana?

Me: Actually, you have. When you were a baby you got very sick and your mommy and I brought you here to this Emergency Room. And in the summer, we brought your mommy here, too. Remember?

Anderson: Oh, yeah. Have you ever been to the Emergency Room?

Me: Yes, a few years ago I had to come here.

Anderson: Why did you come here?

Me: Well, I had some very bad pains in my chest and your mommy brought me here to see if I might be having a heart attack.

Anderson: I had a heart attack too. I get that some time.

Me: You did? When was that? Why did you have a heart attack?

Anderson: (First he thinks about it then…) Well, I was playing and something happened and there was a very loud very bad noise or something and I my heart stopped and I thought I was going to die so I had a heart attack!

Children say the funniest things!

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