My daughter has an obsession with roly pollies. She LOVES them!
Every time she goes outside, everyone has to search for her dear little friends under rocks.
Well, on this particular day, I was getting ready to go out for a special dinner with Eric, and as I was reaching into my earring box I was suprised to notice movement! My box was full of tiny roly polies of all sizes -- ctawling all over MY earings...
Knowing who the guilty culpret was, I called Emily in from the other room and asked her WHY there were roly polies in my jewlry box, and she replied, "They needed a pretty home!"
(The Roly Poly Palace has since closed down for REMODELING! But, the roly polies are very happy OUTSIDE!)
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Teeth
Why must Sunday mornings always be the time when STUFF happens?!
Well, on this particular Sunday, we were actually somewhat on time!
I did Maw Maw's hair, Emily's hair, my hair, had everyone dressed, breakfast made, coffee made, dishes cleaned up, and we were ready to run out the door!
Suddenly, I went into Maw Maw's room to hurry her along a bit so that we could go, and she looked at me very frustrated and feathered, and said, "I CAN'T go to church!" And, I interrupted like I do every week, "Yes you can! The hardest part is getting out the door!" Then she threw herself on her bed and slumped over and said again, "No! I can't go to church!" then she looked up at me, opened her mouth with her index finger, and very gummily said, "I WOST MY TEEPH! I CAN'T GO TO SHURSH!" (translated - "I lost my teeth I can't go tot church")
Shocked, I immediately went to the bathroom where she always keeps them, and then I started looking in the drawers, in the toilet, in her purse... Eric joined in on the search all over the house tryin got find where she had placed them, and then Eric accidentally found them... in his coffee...
(That'll teach him to take a coffee break while in the middle of a major search!)
Please don't ask how her teeth got there. We have NO IDEA! All we do know is that we were LATE AGAIN to church...
Well, on this particular Sunday, we were actually somewhat on time!
I did Maw Maw's hair, Emily's hair, my hair, had everyone dressed, breakfast made, coffee made, dishes cleaned up, and we were ready to run out the door!
Suddenly, I went into Maw Maw's room to hurry her along a bit so that we could go, and she looked at me very frustrated and feathered, and said, "I CAN'T go to church!" And, I interrupted like I do every week, "Yes you can! The hardest part is getting out the door!" Then she threw herself on her bed and slumped over and said again, "No! I can't go to church!" then she looked up at me, opened her mouth with her index finger, and very gummily said, "I WOST MY TEEPH! I CAN'T GO TO SHURSH!" (translated - "I lost my teeth I can't go tot church")
Shocked, I immediately went to the bathroom where she always keeps them, and then I started looking in the drawers, in the toilet, in her purse... Eric joined in on the search all over the house tryin got find where she had placed them, and then Eric accidentally found them... in his coffee...
(That'll teach him to take a coffee break while in the middle of a major search!)
Please don't ask how her teeth got there. We have NO IDEA! All we do know is that we were LATE AGAIN to church...
The Shower
Well, I have been too busy to really write anything, and I miss it!
This summer Eric's 93 year old grandmother moved in with us! It has been a great adventure to say the least. It's not always easy, but I know it's the right thing for now. She has demintia, and being 93, not much works that great to begin with.
The first awkward experience occured within a few hours of her arriving. (I very quickly learned that I NEEDED to get the locks fixed on the doors). I was taking a shower at midnight, because that's the only time I could find a little break. As I was showering I heard Maw Maw scutter in and make her way toward the toilet. Knowing that SHE didn't know I was in the shower I decided to play the quiet game and hope that she didn't hear the water running. Well, she did, and then she got curious, and opened the curtain on me! I was mortified, but then quickly comforted in realizing that no sooner had she opened the curtain and then turned away, she forgot. Then she decided to go to the bathroom. I, again, decided to play the quiet game, and just wait... 10 minutes later... she flushed...
Now, I don't know what the water in YOUR house does, but in ours, if you flush, then ALLLL the cold water leaves the shower, making it nothing short of BOILING!
So there I was... stuck... I couldn't jump out of the shower because that would cause her a terrible fright and I didn't want her to die of a heart attack from me leaping and screaming out of the shower in an unsightly state. So I took it.
I stood as close to the wall as I could, but I must tell you that the shower head is VERY good at covering the ENTIRE SHOWER thourougly... I never knew it took SO LONG for that toilet to STOP filling!! Then to top it off, Maw Maw turned off the light, leaving it darker than pitch.
I started yelling in a whisper -- do you know how to do that? I am VERY GOOD at it aparently! Eric came to the rescue, and couldn't keep a smirk off his face.
Then we decided that the next day we would FIX the doorknob, so that it would LOCK!!
THE NEXT DAY...
Emily closed the bathroom door and locked it leaving no one inside to open it.
Maw Maw locked HERSELF in the bathroom.
After spending 20 minutes on trying to open the FIRST locked door fro Emily, and dreading the thought of doing it again, I decided that it may be best to break every single lock in the house and just forget privacy all together.
This summer Eric's 93 year old grandmother moved in with us! It has been a great adventure to say the least. It's not always easy, but I know it's the right thing for now. She has demintia, and being 93, not much works that great to begin with.
The first awkward experience occured within a few hours of her arriving. (I very quickly learned that I NEEDED to get the locks fixed on the doors). I was taking a shower at midnight, because that's the only time I could find a little break. As I was showering I heard Maw Maw scutter in and make her way toward the toilet. Knowing that SHE didn't know I was in the shower I decided to play the quiet game and hope that she didn't hear the water running. Well, she did, and then she got curious, and opened the curtain on me! I was mortified, but then quickly comforted in realizing that no sooner had she opened the curtain and then turned away, she forgot. Then she decided to go to the bathroom. I, again, decided to play the quiet game, and just wait... 10 minutes later... she flushed...
Now, I don't know what the water in YOUR house does, but in ours, if you flush, then ALLLL the cold water leaves the shower, making it nothing short of BOILING!
So there I was... stuck... I couldn't jump out of the shower because that would cause her a terrible fright and I didn't want her to die of a heart attack from me leaping and screaming out of the shower in an unsightly state. So I took it.
I stood as close to the wall as I could, but I must tell you that the shower head is VERY good at covering the ENTIRE SHOWER thourougly... I never knew it took SO LONG for that toilet to STOP filling!! Then to top it off, Maw Maw turned off the light, leaving it darker than pitch.
I started yelling in a whisper -- do you know how to do that? I am VERY GOOD at it aparently! Eric came to the rescue, and couldn't keep a smirk off his face.
Then we decided that the next day we would FIX the doorknob, so that it would LOCK!!
THE NEXT DAY...
Emily closed the bathroom door and locked it leaving no one inside to open it.
Maw Maw locked HERSELF in the bathroom.
After spending 20 minutes on trying to open the FIRST locked door fro Emily, and dreading the thought of doing it again, I decided that it may be best to break every single lock in the house and just forget privacy all together.
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