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He’s a cute kid! I remember before he was born. I told myself I would not love him. There were lots of reasons but boy was I wrong! He’s very sweet and very thoughtful. He’s sensitive but also very tough. For the last three weeks, he keeps asking to come to my house and once he is here, he doesn’t want to leave. He even says he will go on errands with me, knowing that it will be boring. He’s also a good helper.

So before Christmas, I got an Amazon Echo Dot for their house. I have the original Echo here and have had it since it’s release years ago. I love it. It occurred to me that if there were an emergency, the boys can’t call me or anyone else. Their parent’s iPhones are password protected so they can’t use them. So I figured that if I got one for their house and taught them to say “Alexa, call Nana” or “Alexa call 911” they will be able to get help in case of an emergency. It also has games for the kids and tells them stories and jokes and looks up questions on wikipedia if needed. So I got it and they finally set it up. So now, at least five times a day, Alexa rings and says it’s a call from them. I answer it and it’s Spencer. He just calls to say hi! It’s very cute! I know he’s thinking of me when he calls in the middle of a show or a blog post or reading Facebook or listening to an audible book. It makes me smile. And when he comes tomorrow, I will teach him how to call for his mommy or his daddy if something happens to me and I need help, like the other day when I fell and it took me a while to get up by myself. I guess I should have called them but it didn’t occur to me. Now it will.

He’s a fixer. If something is broken, he takes it upon himself to fix it. He changes batteries and opens things up, like completely takes things apart, and fixes them or puts them back the right way if he can’t fix it. He’s four years old! I never get tired of his little voice saying, “I fix it, Nana. Let me. I fix it.”

Then there is the side that asks every time we are coming home in the dark, “Can we go see Christmas lights?” Even though we’ve told him over and over that Christmas is over until next year, he still asks. I have a light in the yard that he picked out after Christmas. It’s one of those laser type lights that has a moving function so that it looks like ripples in water. It’s just plain white. He loves it. But the other night, after my daughter told him one more time that Christmas is over, we drove into my driveway and he said, “Nana, turn off your light. Christmas is over!” Silly boy. The next night, he came over and did this:


He took out my Christmas stuff and set it up, all by himself, and turned on the lights inside my dining room! So I guess Christmas isn’t over yet!

That Spencer is a special little boy. At least he is to us. He is different from his big brother and different from his baby sister. He’s himself and I guess I like it that way!


Just me and my Spencer!






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Whew! What a busy three days I have had. Friday was Maya’s first birthday. My daughter wanted to take her to a restaurant where they’ve gone for the first birthdays for the boys, to keep the tradition. However, it’s a pricey steak house and no one has any money. My daughter belongs to their frequent diners’ club and got a twenty-five dollar gift certificate for her birthday which was set to expire on the fifteenth of this month. Twenty-five dollars is not enough for all of us to go so I suggested that she and Chris take Maya there for lunch (cheaper menu) and I would take the boys to pizza at the same time. The pizza place was having a promo where we didn’t have to pay for the pizza if we bought a Pepsi product so it was a good deal. After pizza the boys and I went to the park but not until we went to Dollar Tree to get paper airplanes to fly at the park. We also went for a short hike through the park grounds which is a habitat reclamation project so it has nice trails. Then they wanted a slushy drink so we hurried to Taco Bell so we could get them for one dollar during their happy hour! Then finally, home. Or at least to my home where they watched an old movie, Harry And the Hendersons. Whew! I’m exhausted remembering it.

There were a lot of things to be done on Friday night to be ready for Saturday’s party so I was up late, putting together a photo “clothesline” of pictures of Maya’s first year and some other stuff I said I would make. I’ll have to remember to say I will make less in upcoming birthdays (we have Anderson’s in four weeks then Spencer’s four weeks after that).

Then on Sunday I was called to go entertain Maya while Tina got things ready for the party. The cake and pizzas had to be picked up and no one volunteered (meaning Chris didn’t go get them. Tina was busy the entire time. Finally, after one o’clock, Tina sent me home to iron on some transfers for five t-shirts and then to pick up the pizzas and the cakes.  I got that done and dropped off the shirts before picking up pizza and cake. Luckily, I dropped off the pizza before going to get the cake because guest were already there and unbeknownst to me, when I got to the store bakery to pick up our order of two cakes, there were no cakes. They had messed up and had put the order in under the wrong Saturday. By the time the realized they had messed up (after looking and looking for the cakes and calling the bakery manager at home) and solved the problem by giving us a different cake and I got back to Tina’s, it was three forty-five and the party was almost over. They were just waiting for the cake! I missed the whole thing.

That’s the whine which made me need the wine! I had a glass of wine spritzer my daughter had made then sat in the recliner after everyone left. I finally managed to get my weary bones out of the recliner and home by about six. I was in so much pain that I didn’t even make it to my bedroom. I sat on the couch and didn’t get up for about three hours! And today, after twelve hours of sleep, I am still very tired and my body is sore all over, as in where’s the truck that hit me kind of sore! But it’s all over for this month. I told my daughter last night before I came home, that I am not going to go pick things up next time and if I do, I won’t do it at the last minute. She needs to tell me in advance and I need to have time to rest in between because I just can’t do that thing where I go non-stop for twelve to fourteen hours anymore.

And the more! The party was a success. The decorations were fun and the photo clothesline turned out really neat. I stole the idea from my daughter-in-law. I printed out a bunch of pictures in tiny form (nine to a 4″ x 4″ sheet). They are cut out and hung with a tiny clothespin (I used pink glittered ones) on a clothesline made of the thinnest cord I could find. Very cute. The kids had fun. The pinata was a success. The birthday girl was happy and full of energy. All things considered, it was all worth the hassles. At least it was when I think of how happy the kids were!

That’s my whine, wine and more. What do you have to share?


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It’s almost over but today was Sunday. It was a good day. It didn’t rain. We’ve had endless days of rain. I can’t remember when the last day was that it didn’t rain. Today was dry and a lot warmer than it has been. I think we might have reached sixty degrees. It was so nice out, with the sun shining for a part of the day that the boys got in their swim suits and played with the hose, soaking themselves and everything around them, almost as if it had rained! How ironic.

They even convinced me to take them to the park for a short time (it didn’t take a lot of convincing). The problem was that they take so long to get ready and find their dry shoes that by the time they were ready, they had wasted almost an hour and darkness was right around the corner. We went anyway. By the time we got there (only about a five minute drive) the sun had begun to set so it was starting to get a bit chilly and they had not taken jackets so they played anyway, but not for too long before they got both cold and thirsty! Off we went to run a couple of my errands which I had postponed so they would have a little bit of park time. They were very good helpers. We were picking up and dropping off items for Buy Nothing and they were able to help me by walking up to the houses and grabbing my items. It saved me from having to struggle to get out of the car and hobble along with my cane. The drop off we did together because the house is on a street where traffic goes by way faster than the speed limit so I went with them.

They earned a treat and even though it was cold by then, they chose to get a slushy drink to share! Pretty cute, huh?


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For those of you waiting anxiously for another post about one of my silly grandchildren, this one’s for you!

Of course, it’s about Spencer. Some of you might recall that he’s four years old. He loves to come to see me and he follows me everywhere. He asks a lot of questions, as four year olds do. His older brother, Anderson, is seven and gets tired of having his little brother around all the time so sometimes Spencer needs just a little break from home when his brother is being mean to him or doesn’t want to play with him. Spencer is all action and Anderson is more into playing Minecraft or working on his Legos.

On these mini visits, Spencer comes for just a little while then suddenly wants to go home. That’s usually fine because they live so close to me and I can take him home. Sometimes, it’s not so fine because it’s one thirty in the morning. Yeah, he’s one of those that won’t go to sleep until he’s good and ready. He has a routine on these visits. He comes to shop but we don’t know until he gets here. I think we need to teach him to tell us when he just wants to come shop.

Shopping at Nana’s house goes something like what he did last night: It takes him half an hour to get read to come then we drive over (about two minutes). He walks in the house and the clue that it’s a shopping trip is that he doesn’t immediately take off his shoes and jacket. So he walked in the house, looked around, sat in front of the heater. My heater went out last month and I don’t have the thousands of dollars to replace it so I bought room heaters and the one in the living room is one of those that looks like a fireplace. So Spencer sat in front of it for about two minutes then got up and said, “Nana, I think I’m going to need a little bag.” Bingo! It’s a shopping trip. I had a little shopping bag ready for him because I have learned that the bigger the bag, the more he takes home. He walked around the house (I have to follow so I know what he’s taking) and grabbed candy for him and for his brother and then went to the fridge and asked me to give him the pink milk and the brown milk (Nestle’s strawberry and chocolate individual containers). He went to my craft table and grabbed a color pencil that writes in five or six different marbled colors, a pencil sharpener, and a notepad.

Then he said, “I think I ready to go my house, Nana.” So off we went.  We got in the house and he gets his brother to come see what he got at Nana’s and he dumped the back in the middle of the floor!

Of course, a lot of what he takes with him ends up back here, thankfully. I’ve learned not to argue with him. He has taken things like my scented wax melts, my headphones, my mini voice recorder, and on and on. My daughter usually grabs the stuff when he’s not looking and puts it in another bag and hands it to me the next time I go.

These visits we call “shopping trips.”

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What a question. The obvious answer would be yes, we’re all going to die. However, it was Spencer (4 years old) asking. So not a good answer for him.

It all came about because of his curiosity and my diabetes. Actually, it goes back to my surgery last July. Somehow, he must have heard the grownups discussing the possibility that I might die. They hear everything, those little ones, especially the things they are not supposed to. I was very careful not to discuss anything like that in front of them. But I think my daughter must have discussed it with either her boyfriend or her friends, maybe even on the phone. So he heard it and got it in his head.

Fast forward to now. I am careful not to test or inject my insulin around the boys but because they spend so much time with me, it is sometimes inevitable that they will see me test and/or inject. Spencer asked me what I was doing when I was testing my glucose, which requires a prick of the finger to get a drop of blood for the meter. I explained that I was testing to see how much sugar was in my blood. I went on to tell him, in the simplest of terms, that we all have sugar in our blood but sometimes our body doesn’t work right and we end up with too much sugar in our blood and that can hurt our organs and make us sick. I told him that is what I have and it is called diabetes. That’s why I have to test my blood before every meal and at other times. Then I have to give myself an injection of insulin that helps get rid of the sugar in my blood (again, I had to keep it very simple). He’s very curious now and every time he sees me reach for my meter, he wants to come watch. Then when I am done testing and injecting, he always asks “Nana, are you going to die?” The answer I give him is simple, too. “No, I’m okay. I’m not going to die.”


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For some reason, my daughter always has  me take Anderson for his haircuts, except the very first time when we both took him. The last couple of times I am convinced it was because she wanted me to pay. Today she had me take both boys. I hadn’t agreed to it, in fact, I didn’t even know until I went to get Spencer to go to the Dollar Tree. She had both boys ready and had told them they were going for haircuts. So off we went. 

Spencer was not behaving, you know that kid that can’t sit still and is running all over and ends up knocking down all the shampoos they sell, yeah that was him. I should have just said let’s go home but we stayed and they called both boys at the same time so I told one lady what we wanted for Anderson and showed her a picture. Then I say with 4 year old Spencer as they cut his hair. Spencer got a cool haircut and Anderson’s is nice too but it’s short. Short. As in too short. Not sure he likes it. His mom hasn’t seen it because he refused to go home so he’s here with me. He went straight to bed when we got home and it was really early, like four. 

Of course, it will be all my fault. So I will have paid thirty dollars for haircuts that they don’t like and I didn’t offer to pay for. I think next time, she needs to take them and pay or not say a word about it. 

Now if she would pay me back, I could get my hair cut because it has been two years. I won’t hold my breath.  

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This week, Spencer who is four and pretty much wants to be exactly like his big brother, came home from pre-school and I asked him for a hug. He shook his head. I asked please and he smiled and said  “no hug.” So I pretended to cry and said I was sad because I needed a hug and no one would give me one. He put down everything on his lap and in his hands, got off the couch and came to be and put his arms around my neck. He hugged me for a long, long time and he had the sweetest smile. That one made me smile enough for the whole week.

However, on Tuesday night, Anderson spent the night. When he sleeps over, he wants to sleep in my bed even though there is a twin bed in the spare room. So he was watching TV and I was reading when he asked me if he could have hot chocolate. As I struggled to get off the bed I said, “Nana’s getting old, Anderson.” To which he said, “Yeah that means you’re going to die soon because when people get old, they die.” I asked him what he would do when I die because I wouldn’t be here anymore and he couldn’t see me. He stopped and looked at me and his eyes got all teary and then he smiled and said, “I know! I’m going to make a wish that you will never ever die!”

Pretty neat smiles if you ask me!

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