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Maya is eight months old and has two big brothers. Anderson is seven and Spencer is four. So when I am talking to her or singing to her, I tell Maya that Spencer is the Little Big Brother and Anderson is the Big Big Brother. They both love their little sister and they try to help with her. Anderson was afraid of her at first and not really bonding with her but once she started to smile and make eye contact and giggle and laugh, at around five months, he came around and loves her. Spencer has loved her bonded right from the start.

Last night, I was babysitting all three of them while their dad worked and their mom made an appearance at a Halloween costume party. The boys were pretty hyper but Maya was fine. She watched them running and jumping and was enjoying it. Then when I got them to calm down and Anderson fell asleep, Maya became over tired and restless and in pain from teething.  She has her two front teeth and is working on a third so she was very uncomfortable. After a couple of hours of not wanting to be in arms, in her swing, in her bouncer, or anywhere else because of her discomfort, as I sang to her I said something about how her teeth were bothering her. I make up songs as I go along and just throw in a whole lot of nonsense so this song was about how she should go to sleep and how I wished I could do something for her pain.

Spencer had taken a long nap in the late afternoon so he was still awake and he heard me. He got up and went into the kitchen and dragging a chair from the dining room. He’s a climber so I was afraid he’d hurt himself and called from the other room asking what he was doing. He answered that he was getting something for Maya. I walked around the corner to check on him and he was on top of the counter getting a box down. I noticed it was the box that his mom and dad keep over the counter medicines. With the crying baby in my arms, I went over and asked him to put it away. He said, “Just a minute. I’m finding something for Maya’s teeth. Mommy has medicine for her in here.” He kept picking up boxes and looking at the labels as if he knew how to read then putting it back when it wasn’t what he wanted. In the end, he didn’t find the right thing so we put the box back and went back to the living room.

It made my heart melt that he wanted to help his sister and knew there was something there that we could use to help and that he decided to take matters into his own hands to find something. He’s a good little big brother!

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Yesterday I wrote about a laundry lesson and my son. That reminded me of another lesson with my son. I went through old posts because I was sure I had written about it previously but I didn’t find it. Of course, maybe I just didn’t look well enough but in any case, I’m writing it up for you today.

In eighth grade, Tony developed a habit of sleeping in late in the mornings. On school mornings. He would stay up way too late and although I kept after him to go to bed, I was not going to put either of us through a routine of standing there until he got in bed and shut off the lights. I gave him more credit than that and trusted him to finish what he was doing and go to bed. If he woke up too late he would end up being late to school. I would not let him stay home just because he had stayed up too late. However, because he would get in trouble, I did call the school and say he hadn’t felt well that morning and had missed first period but I would get him there by second period. Then it happened again. And again.

By the fourth time, I told him the night before that if he didn’t get up in time for school, I was not going to lie for him. I guess he didn’t believe me because he overslept again. And true to my warning, I refused to call in or write him a note. I just took him and dropped him off, waiting at the curb until he walked in the door. That afternoon he was mad at me. He said that all because of me he was going to have to have a week of lunch time detention. I reminded him that it wasn’t because of me. It was because he couldn’t go to bed on time or get up on time. He mumbled something and went in his room.

It turns out that lunch detention was held in one of the classrooms. The kids would take their lunch in there and they had five minutes to eat. No talking. Just eating. Then when they were finished eating, they had to sit perfectly straight, facing forward, with their hands folded in front of them for the rest of the lunch period. He said it was beyond boring. I almost felt bad for him. Almost. But I was trying to teach him to be more responsible. I was afraid he might not learn and we would have to do it all over again.

It seemed to have worked because he didn’t over sleep again. Not for school.

Then, about two or more months later, he said one day, “Mom you know when you made me go to school and tell them I had over slept and I had lunch detention for a week? Well, I hated it at the time and I was mad at you but now I realize that it was the best thing you could have done for me.”

Lesson learned. For both of us.

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I was going to write a post yesterday, Saturday, but that didn’t happen. I’m a bit slow these days. Then I was going to write something early this morning but well, here it is, almost seven in the evening and I am just now getting to it. Oh well!

This is actually not about laundry. Not completely. It’s sort of a laundry list of things going on. It’s the kind of post I might write for a Weekend Coffee Share. I’m really missing those and I’ve lost some of the people that participated in those. I guess I will have to try to go back through all of my Weekend Coffee Share posts and see who commented and find their blogs because I miss them!

I’m not going to say too much about that unthinkable thing that happen in Las Vegas a week ago today but I will mention it because I think it has a lot to do with how I am feeling these days. I’m sure a lot of you have felt the oppression of a world gone crazy this week and of how our politicians in America seem to be ignoring what they shouldn’t and making hay out of what they should ignore. Incredible. But then again, it seems that the incredible is more and more the standard in this world.

I think it is time to bring out my light spectrum light bulbs because I can feel the depression of the seasonal changes coming on. It’s time. And it’s time to take my multivitamins in hopes that my energy level will improve. Time to take my muscle relaxant even if I don’t think I need it because by the time I realize I need it, it’s too late.

Laundy. It’s also time to do laundry because I was lucky yesterday and today, lucky that it was on the cool side and I didn’t have to go out of the house because all that was clean was leggings and a couple of sweaters. Tomorrow there won’t be even that so laundry must be done tonight.

Speaking of laundry, a friend of mine’s Facebook post about how she hates doing laundry reminded me of a laundry story! It happened years ago, when I was the single mom of three kids. The two older ones were in high school and middle school and had to bring their P.E. clothes home to launder each week. I was also working full time and a part time job in the evenings. There was rarely enough time to catch my breath, let alone catch up on laundry. It seems I was always running behind. This one Sunday night, about ten, I had just sat down to put my feet up for a few minutes as the girls had gotten to bed. Then my son came into the room and, with a less than respectful tone, scolded my because I hadn’t washed his P.E. clothes and he needed them for the morning. It was the scolding tone that got to me. I looked at him and told him he was old enough to do his laundry (he was about 15 or 16) and from then on I wasn’t doing his laundry anymore. If he wanted clean clothes he was going to have to wash them himself. He immediately got defensive and said he didn’t know how to do it so I told him to get his laundry and I would meet him in the washroom and would show him this one time. And I did just that. I told him what to do step by step. I didn’t do it for him. I told him what he had to do. Then I told him how to work the machine and after he turned it on, I showed him how to work the dryer. Then I went to bed in protest. I was not going to have him come in later and ask for more help.

After that, he always did his own laundry if I wasn’t doing other laundry and at times, he would say I should just get some rest and he would do all the laundry, not just his. That was when I learned that it is sometimes okay to “let your kids down” to actually help them rise up in the long run.

What’s up in your neck of the woods? Do you have any “laundry” stories? Do tell.

Leaving you with last week’s “laundry picture.”

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First and foremost, the final pathology results came in and there is absolutely no cancer anywhere! That’s the biggest and best news!

However, when I woke up on Monday morning, part of the incision was red and itchy. My appointment to get the staples out was late that morning. Upon seeing it, the doctor said I had an infection. They lanced it to try to get the yucky stuff out of a rather large lump under the site. Nothing. They tried to get it out with a syringe. No luck. So now I am on a strong antibiotic to try to get rid of the infection. If it hasn’t worked in a week, they will have to open it up again and clean it out and pack it with antibiotic which stays in for a week then has to be opened up again to be removed. And the process will have to be repeated as many times as it takes to get rid of the infection. Yuck. But I am praying and crossing my fingers that the antibiotic will take care of it.

Then last evening, as the grandsons and I were out in front of my house waiting for my daughter to come get us to go get the prescription from the pharmacy, Spencer (4 years old) and I were attacked by a swarm of wasps! Poor little guy didn’t know what it was and kept screaming and running and flailing about. I jumped and tried to get them off of him and by then they were on me. Luckily my daughter arrived in time to help get them off of us. In the meantime Spencer is screaming in pain. We finally got in the car and stopped at her house just a minute away and tore off his clothes and took the stingers out. He was better then. We got out four stingers but he’s got about twelve sting marks. I got away with only three but I feel like I was hit by a truck because I jumped into action and moved too quickly and carelessly for someone that is still supposed to be moving guardedly for another eight weeks! This too shall pass. I know. We just didn’t need this. It makes it seem like one good bit of news then a couple of bad ones.

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Last Night

Last night, my daughter was invited to go with to a rock concert with a friend. Her friend lives here in the mobile home park where we live and her brother is the bass player for a major punk rock band that my kids followed when they were in their teens and early 20s. So my daughter and her husband were invited to join the bass player’s family in a limo ride to the venue and backstage privileges and all sorts of goodies. Normally, one of them would have stayed with the kids but this time around, they both needed to go. I say needed because they’ve been through some really tough times this year. Some of you might remember that they were on the verge of being evicted a few months ago and had to resort to a Go Fund Me account to raise rent money. Last week one car was repossessed. They were able to get it back using the rent money which now they are working on raising by Saturday (I think they’ve almost got it by collecting on money owed them and doing extra jobs for friends). This week the other car was repossessed and they’ve decided there are no more Peters to rob to pay the Pauls so they aren’t going to try to get that back. I’m in no position to help them financially.

So when they were invited to go she talked to me about watching the kids. She had arranged for a friend to watch the baby who is too heavy for me to pick up while I am recovering from surgery and too heavy for my 85 year old mother. So we agreed to watch the boys and a friend from around the corner would come get Maya when she woke up. It was fine until Maya woke up and the woman came to get her. Spencer, who is four and loves his baby sister, got very upset when he saw her leaving with the neighbor lady. He kept saying “We no have a baby no more, Nana.” I kept explaining that she would be coming back in a few hours but he was still upset. My mom almost cried when Maya left, too. I didn’t feel so great about it but I just can’t carry her. I’m not supposed to lift or carry more than eight pounds and Maya, at almost six months, is about twenty-one pounds!

It all worked out. My daughter and her husband enjoyed their night off and were really excited when they got back. They had stopped to get the baby before coming home so when they walked in, they had Maya who was happy to be back home and smiling at us all. I hope the night off works to give them both a boost in their energy and confidence so they can make it through this difficult time.

Families have to stick together and help each other out as much as they can. At least that’s what I think.

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If we were having coffee, we could actually choose to sit inside or out. The weather isn’t too bad. The sky is a bit gray but it’s not cold. Or wet. We’re currently in the low 60’s and the air out is nice and fresh. So where would you lie to sit?

There hasn’t been much going on here, then again there has. With the better weather, the boys have been wanting to go to the park every day and I am the designated “park taker” so we’ve been visiting two and three parks a day each day this week. We take a picnic lunch or a snack with us and that’s part of the routine. They like eating at the park then playing. I have dusted off and charged my Kindle and have been taking it with me so I can read a little while they play. I read two or three pages then stop to check on the boys. It’s slow going but we’re all happy and I actually got to read a whole book this week and have started a second. I hadn’t done any reading since January so I’m glad to get back to it, even if it is not as much reading as I would like to do.

The news this week was an update on my medical tests.  The good news is that all of the samples came back as benign! Yay! However (yes, there’s a however), the doctor was really puzzled because the growth he observed was very suspicious looking. He asked if I had noticed any pain in the area. I thought it was on the left side and I said no. I have had an awful lot of pain on the right side but not the left. That’s when he said the growth is on the right side, just below my rib cage. That’s exactly where the pain has been. It has been excruciating and has been there for over a year. In the past couple of months though, it has all but disappeared. I only get in a couple of times a week and it isn’t as bad as it has been and only lasts an hour or two. So we are doing a CT scan to see if we can determine what the growth is and what is going on. At least we know it is not malignant. Now I’m waiting for the authorization to go through for the CT scan.

As for getting used to the insulin, it’s coming along. I’ve gotten good at avoiding most of the lows but still have a few which I am getting good at anticipating. I’m not great with food yet. I tend to be eating the same thing over and over because it works. However, I need to find some different things to eat that will still work well with the insulin injections. I’m hopeful that will happen soon.

Not a lot going on here. The book I read this week is excellent. It isn’t one I would normally pick up but it was highly recommended and I got it on sale. I actually had it on my Kindle for over a year before I began to read it. It’s a post-apocalyptic novel, which I don’t normally read. The Girl With All the Gifts by M. R. Carey is excellent. I do recommend it. You might be surprised, even if it isn’t a genre you would normally pick up.

What are you up to? Books? Movies? Please do tell.

#WeekendCoffeeShare is hosted by Emily at Nerd In the Brain. Go on over and take a look at the other coffee share posts!

 

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Another Birthday

I just got back from Seattle. I went up for my grandson’s first birthday. They had a little birthday party for him that was just right for a one year old: just after naps and in time for lunch, 6 guests and their parents, small cup cakes, just a few decorations and a lot of fun! The theme was dragons to go with the book Dragons Love Tacos by Adam Robin. The food? Why a taco  bar, of course! It was a lot of fun and everyone had come and gone within an hour and a half! 

I took Anderson with me. He’s the oldest grandson, and although he’s seven,  he plays well with the little ones. He had fun and I got lots of compliments on his behavior and helpfulness (even though there was an episode of too much toilet paper in the bowl at one point). 

If was a wonderful, if quick, trip. What not and pride  to see my own son being a wonderful parent! 

Now of for a rest. The drive is under four hours but that’s long for my back!  

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