Ah, life as a nearly single parent while taking care of your 85 year old grandmother. It the bees-knees for sure I promise you. It's so funny how life's timing has played out since I've been living with the 'rents. Mom takes off for Missouri to work for two months or as I've called it from the beginning she'll be there two years, ha! Dad has been gone for two weeks to Massachusetts with the exception of Saturday and Sunday. Tom has been put on a dumb schedule (2nd shift) of 10 days on and 4 days off which makes the 10 days on feel like a very long time. Needless to say I haven't made much progress with the house, this is my number one priority this weekend.
Carter has been doing SO good in school. He's super excited about it and loves to go everyday. I'm pretty sure if I let him live there he would. Today in school from what I could gather from my father in law and Carter someone hit him or did something to him. I couldn't get a clear story as it seemed to keep changing and I can't always understand Carter's words. None the less he doesn't seem to be phased by it which is good, kids are kids. He has a special education aide on Monday and Friday and a speech therapist on Wednesday to help him out. Both ladies always give me good reports so hopefully he continues to have a good year.
Hannah discovered yesterday that she's "different." It was so funny to watch her tell me how she's the only girl (in her class of all girls) that uses her left hand. Thankfully Amelia is also a lefty so I shared with her that Amelia uses her left hand as does Aunt Karly and Aunt Emily. A short list of folks that I know, but it seemed to make her feel better. She's been working on vowels and "blends" (ta, bu, mi) in school...the first couple days were rough. Today was a little better so hopefully our nightly review combined with her daily school work will make it easier on her and she'll be reading in no time!
Miss Amelia Bedelia...also known as mean baby or monkey do. She is the funniest, most hard headed-ornery butt. Copies EVERYTHING Carter does, EVERYTHING. She talks up a storm and is very clear with her words. If you aren't paying enough attention to her, she'll hit you or someone to get said attention. For the most part she's stopped hitting her immediate family but will gladly wallop her cousins or a child in nursery. She does all of her hitting and not listening with the sweetest smile which makes it almost comical to watch. We're definitely in the terrible two's with my little chickie...hopefully it passes quickly.
Granny, my adopted child, is hilarious. Week one she was messing with her medicine and overdosed. Week two she took too little. Week three she had a prescription refill and she couldn't understand why the doctor called her in new medicine. Me and my mom both tried to tell her on different occasions that it was just a refill of what she already had. Hopefully it clicked. Granny has a tendency to follow Tom and I around the house. If we are in the living room or kitchen she comes out and stares at us or stands in the way in which we're trying to walk. At first I thought maybe she didn't trust us and felt the need to watch us. But I've now decided that she just may want some company or to see if she can help with the kids or whatever is going on. She can't really do much but she still has the desire to do everything that she used to do.
My favorite moment of the day:
Granny: I couldn't get that Neapolitan ice cream open earlier today
Me: Awe, that stinks Granny
G: There is ice cream cones in there
Me: Do you want me to make you an ice cream cone?
BLANK STARE...I get up and walk closer
Me: Do you want me to make you an ice cream cone, it's no trouble?
G: Oh yeah...just chocolate and while you're in there make yourself one
Mind you she just had a chocolate frosty from Wendy's not 30 minutes earlier. I tried to hide my laughter and dutifully made her an ice cream cone, with just the chocolate ice cream of course.
I've decided I don't want to grow old it has to be so insanely frustrating. I'll keep my cyanide pills at the ready for when time comes.
