Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

God's Best Work - Grandkids

Way too much introspection in this here blog lately. I need some lighthearted banter or just some plain old nonsense. As my granddaughter, Olivia, says, "Fewph!" I'm glad I snapped out of it before I naval-gazed myself into oblivion. (Olivia just says the "Fewph" part, not the rest of it. That other part was me. Just to clarify.)

Olivia will turn five on Sunday. She asked me for my address and phone number at church last Sunday. I said, "Do you really need my address or just my phone number?" She said she definitely needed my address, too. Okay. So I got out a pad of paper and wrote my name on it (well, I wrote Mimi) and then my address and cell phone number. I gave it to her and she looked at it and asked me if I could write my name smaller because she doesn't know how to write it big like I did. Huh? I told her that was just the way I write and she could write it any way she wanted to. She looked at me for a long minute and finally shrugged her shoulders and walked off to find her other grandmother to get her contact information.

Last week on Friday, I was driving to a school where my grandson, Aiden, had a science workshop for the last few weeks. It was the last day and all the kids were presenting their projects. Aiden made Viking ships. Anyway, I called my daughter to confirm the directions she had given me. As Breeann was telling me the street I needed to turn on, I could hear Olivia pipe up in the background, telling her mother, "Umm, Mom, you're on Fairmont." Except she still has a little trouble pronouncing her 'R's', so it's the cutest thing when she says anything with an R in it. She gets really frustrated when you can't understand what she's telling you, though, so you have to listen carefully and decipher quickly if whatever she's saying has a lot of R's in it. She really is adorable.

When Aiden was two-and-a-half, he watched Teletubbies (I know, I think the show is creepy, too, but babies love it.) Anyway, he was learning his colors at the same time and for the longest time, his word for the color red was "Poe" and he called yellow, "Lala," because the red Teletubby was named Poe and the yellow one was named Lala. I hated when he stopped calling them poe and lala because it was just so cute. It's funny now, because he's such a particular little guy. Everything has to be just right. He has a very large vocabulary and he won't hesitate to correct you if he thinks you have used a word incorrectly. Especially if his sister uses a word wrong. He won't let anything slide.

We had a big family gathering at my house on Saturday. All the kids and grandkids were here. With so many people around, Baby Ray (who is 18 months old) took advantage of the pandemonium to eat as many marbles from the Hungry Hippos game as he could get his hands on. His mother discovered him walking around sucking on something and when she checked, he had one of the white marbles in his mouth. She took it away from him and gave it to me. When she set him down, he walked straight into the playroom and a half-second later, he came straggling out of there with his eyes bugged out, making a choking sound. Kristen ran to pick him up and when she grabbed him up, he managed to swallow whatever it was and he stopped choking. I'm quite sure it was the last of the Hungry Hippo marbles. I went in the playroom after that to make sure the game was put up so he couldn't get to it anymore and I didn't find a single marble. I have a feeling Kristen will be finding them for a while!

I can't write about all of my grandkids without mentioning the baby, Isaiah. He's eight-months-old now and he is the most adorable little roly-poly guy you ever laid eyes on. He just sits and smiles at you. I hope he stays nice and calm like that, and that he doesn't follow in his big brother's footsteps. Baby Ray comes into the room (when he's not busy gobbling marbles) and just starts sweeping stuff off tables. Then, while you're picking everything up, he makes a break for the front door, and if you haven't remembered to lock it, he pulls that handle and takes off out the front door. The kid is fast, too.

But back to Baby Isaiah. He's at the age where he gives you those big, sweet, open mouth kisses. He'll grab you by the hair on the side of your head and pull your face toward him and give you the biggest kiss. Then while you're still smiling and thinking what a sweet baby he is, he leans in like he's going to put his head on your shoulder, all sweet and nice. Then he finds that muscle on the top of your shoulder and chomps down on it with all four of his little teeth. It's his version of tough love, I guess.

Ahhh, I feel much better now after the Grandkid Report. And now.... a link to pictures of the aforementioned adorable grandchildren;

http://picasaweb.google.com/kayspage/KidsAndGrandkids0609?feat=directlink