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!
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Life has been hectic and full of emotions for the past couple of weeks. I’ve not been feeling well so I owe some smiles. Here’s two for you.
Last week, the baby came home from the hospital. I had the boys and my daughter asked if I could keep the boys until they got home and settled. When she finally called to bring the boys, I brought them over and found her on the couch with the baby sleeping on her. The boys took a look. Anderson is not into the baby so he left right away. Spencer was smitten. When I finally got my turn to get up close to her, I saw that under the blanket Maya was wearing a red and pink outfit. I held my breath. Could it be? I asked Tina what she was wearing and she said, “Let me show you.” She unwrapped the blanket and turned her around to face me. Just as I had guessed. It was the same outfit that Tina wore home from the hospital in 1985! I had saved it for years but had lost track of it. Tina had it. And she had thought enough ahead to take it with her to the hospital. Along with the tears and the lump in my throat, there were smiles.
The next day, I went over to get Anderson for school. Spencer was trying to help his mommy and he kept trying to put the breast pump on her. She kept saying no. So he grabbed it and put it on his dad! Dad had to explain that he doesn’t have any milk to pump. Spencer looked at me and I immediately shook my head and said I didn’t have any milk either. He was a little confused and kept saying the baby needed milk. We were all laughing then. Kids!
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I know I just posted a #WeeklySmile post a couple of days ago but that was for last week so this is for this week. I have them saved up!
Last week, I stayed with two of my grandsons while their parents took and ill-advised trip to the coast and got caught in heavy snow with no tire chains. But that’s a different part of the story. Because it was snowing, we couldn’t get out except to walk to my house to get a change of clothes and some snacks for the boys (and a bottle of wine for me but shhh don’t tell anyone that part). For the most part, we stayed indoors and the boys, 3 and 6, have their own electronics that entertained them. I did manage to get the little one, Spencer, away from his iPad (passed down to him from his mom when she got a new one after five years) to play a couple of games that I had taken over. I thought they were totally bored with me. However, after their mom and dad got home and I was leaving, Spencer ran up to me, wrapped his arms around my legs and said “Stay. Stay.” When I said I had to go home, he said, “Wait. Two minutes. Wait.” He didn’t want me to leave without him. His “two minutes” is how he asks for me to wait while he gets clothes to come with me. I managed to get away from him and made my way home. It made me smile that he wanted to come home with me.
The next day, I had the older one here because he wanted to stay with me to watch another Harry Potter movie so he came and spent the night. The next day, he slept in and then we did a little school work (it was Saturday so we didn’t do a full day of work, just a little bit). His mom or dad was supposed to come pick him up. He was here most of the day and then about 4, I heard Spencer at the door. He and his dad had walked to my house to get Anderson. They brought a little plastic snow sled thingy so they could be pulled back home. Spencer was already settled in place on the little sled and his dad started to pull him toward home when he jumped off and ran toward me saying “come, come” and calling me toward him with his little mittened hand. I said I couldn’t go because I didn’t have snow clothes so he left, grudgingly. I settled on the couch to open the laptop, which I hadn’t had a chance to do in about four days! Then, about ten minutes later, I heard little feet on the porch. It was Spencer! They had made it all the way home and he had jumped off of the sled and ran all the way back to my house with his dad and brother trying to catch up to him. He had come back for me, again telling me, “Come, Nana. Come. Pease. Come.” I love/hate when he says “pease” because it’s so cute yet so difficult to turn down. But I didn’t go. I was tired and my back hurt and I really don’t have any snow clothes. So he left on the sled again.
It makes me smile that he wants me with him all the time. When I am over at their house and we are all there, his mom and dad and the boys, he’s so happy. To him, we all belong together in one house. When I try to leave, he wants me to stay and if that fails, he wants to go home with me. It makes me smile just writing this and thinking about it.
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mileSo I have been trying to keep up with blogging but it has been difficult since the first of the year. I especially wanted to post my weekly smiles because they’re fun. Didn’t happen.
Today, I will bring you a couple of my smiles from the past couple of weeks.
First, there was the realization that I had ThermaCare back wraps! I have been having excruciating pain for the better part of three weeks. Usually, sitting with a heating pad helps but if I need to move around, that’s a problem. Years ago, I used to use ThermaCare wraps when I had to drive from Los Angeles to Santa Cruz (when I visited my son in college). They were great because they provide warm therapy, not the icy cold stuff from some heat patches. And they wrap around you like a belt and secure with velcro. The package says eight hours of heat but I have gotten upwards of fourteen hours. I love them. They are pricey so not to be used daily. I had stopped using them because they no longer fit around me. That was when I had gained all of the weight from that nasty fluid filled cyst I had to have removed in 2015. They had been put away because they didn’t fit. A couple of weeks ago I found them, a stash of about six. And they fit! I was so happy! I used them and saved the last two for those days when I have to go out. That was actually two smiles!
Then there was yesterday’s smile. The background is that when Anderson was little and we used to go out to eat, I would ask him to hand me “two pink” which meant two packets of Sweet N Low. I started doing it to reinforce colors and numbers when he was just about two years old. If he gave me the wrong color, I would remind him. If he gave me more than or less than two, I would gently tell him so. That was a few years ago. He’s now six. Then came along Spencer. He’s three. The reason I started doing the same with him is that he often needs to be distracted from less than positive behavior so I redirect his attention. So, on Sunday, my daughter texted me that they were gong to Costco and asked if I needed anything. I said no. A little while later, I got this from her:
He was trying to buy me a huge box of 10,000 Splenda packets. They didn’t have Sweet N Low.
That was my smile this past week. That little one always makes me smile. I have a couple more of his smiles but I’m going to save them for this coming week because we’re snowed in and tomorrow we will be iced in. That means I most likely will not see Spencer for a few days until the snow, ice, and flooding are under control.
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I keep trying to find non grandchild smiles to share but kids are such a bounty of smiles that my post are usually inspired by them. And this week is no different.s
Last week, we were expecting (and got) a snow storm. We went out and about the day before, trying to get everything we might need during and after the storm. My daughter was driving (because she says I drive too slow) and the boys were in the back seat. The conversation drifted to the road conditions. My daughter noticed that it looked like the highway we live off of had been coated with de-icer. We were talking about the snow and ice and de-icing and the timing of the next day’s storm.
From the back seat came Anderson’s voice (he’s six). “Boy, I don’t want to go outside. I’m going to run inside when we get home and then I’m not going outside again.” We thought that was strange and my daughter asked him why that was.
“Because I don’t want to have anything sprayed on me so if I go outside I will turn into ice and I don’t want to turn into ice!”
Lots of smiles. Lots of laughter!
Christmas posts from the past that you might enjoy:
The Mighty Mo
O Christmas Tree
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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:
Yup, they cut each other’s hair!
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I still can’t believe I am going to have a grand daughter. After three grandsons, it’s pretty difficult to get in the girl mindset. I keep thinking that it’s a mistake. They didn’t read the ultrasound right or the technician wrote down the wrong gender when she put it in the envelope for the reveal cake baker. I just can’t believe it. She has been collecting used baby clothes for a couple of months now so she says I’m not to buy anything. That’s good for the budget but I kind of need to get a few pink things so I get in the “pink mindset.”
The other day, she was going to go up the hill to the hospital (OHSU) for another ultrasound. They haven’t been able to get a good view of the entire heart yet so they keep having her go in for ultrasounds. I think the last one was number four. So anyway, I was going to tell her to ask them if it was a girl or not, just to verify, but I figured she would get mad at me and say I was being negative so I didn’t say anything. Then, a couple of days later as we were driving around doing errands, I said to her “What if they made a mistake and it’s really a boy?” Instead of getting mad, she said, “I’ve been thinking the same thing so when I went for the last ultrasound, I asked them to check and they said it’s still a girl!”
Amid all the laughter that came after that, I was relieved (1) that she didn’t get mad and yell at me for being negative, and (2) that it is a girl! I can handle another boy but to have the first girl, that’s pretty special.
Those were my smiles this past week. What about yours? What are you smiling about? I know that times are rough but we all smile every day, even though we’re not always aware of it! #WeeklySmile is a blog linkup hosted by Trent. Come take a look at our smiles and share one of yours?!
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