My grandson, The Rock Star, who is 3 1/2 years old says some of the funniest things. He cracks me up on an hourly basis. One of the things he has taken to doing while he has been visiting is wanting to play 'tickle bellies.' Usually, the way this works is that he lays on my lap and I rub his tummy. He will lay really still for quite a while. It seems to relax him. Recently, he has taken to wanting to do the same thing to me. Only problem is that he doesn't tickle my stomach, he kneads it with sharp fingernails, but then that's another story. The other morning he asked me if we could "play tickle bellies." He decided that he needed to lay his head on my stomach. Then we had the following conversation:
Rock Star: I think I just heard celery.
Me: What are you talking about?
Rock Star: I heard humping (something) crunchy.
Me: Oh you did did you?
Rock Star: Yep, and now I hear cereal.
Me: What does cereal sound like?
Rock Star: Hounds (sounds) like it's in milk.
Me: Okay
Rock Star: Now I hear a box of macaroni and cheese.
Grandpa: Did grandma eat the box?
Rock Star: Yes, her did.
Gotta love that kid.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The One Where I Can't Stay On Task
This morning I couldn't, for the life of me, stay on task. It was like I had ADD or Alzheimer's or a mini-stroke or something. It would be funny if it wasn't so ridiculous.
It all started as I was sitting at my computer typing an email to my small group at church. Currently, I am in charge of sending out a recap of our meeting with all of the prayers and praises. I try to get it out the following morning. One, so that I don't forget....lol.... and two, so that people will have the prayers and praises to pray over all week. While I was in the middle of that, the phone rang. It was my daughter. When we talk on the phone, often times, we talk for a LONG time. I decided that I couldn't very well type up prayer and praises while I was talking to her, but I could wrap a couple of presents for my girlfriend's birthday who I am meeting later today for lunch. I grabbed the gifts, wrapping paper, and card and headed to the kitchen table. I started to wrap while still talking to my daughter. I realized that I didn't have any ribbon. I walked back down to grab that. About that time, my daughter and I finished our conversation and the timer on the dryer rang. I went down to the laundry room and folded the clothes. Walking right by the half wrapped gifts on the kitchen table, I went down to the office to finish typing my prayers and praises. In the middle of that I remembered that I needed to put my soup fixins for dinner in the crock-pot. I got up and went back down to the kitchen lest I forget the soup. When I got to the kitchen I realized that I hadn't finished wrapping the gifts. I finished that, except now I couldn't find the ribbon that I had gone to get when most of this had started. I started looking all around the house. I found it on the desk, by the computer, by the still unfinished email. Deciding that there was a definite problem pattern emerging, I sat down and finished the email. Hit send and heaved a sigh of relief. I remember thinking that at least I had finished one thing that I started. With ribbon in hand, I went back down and finished wrapping my friend's gifts. Next, up? Take a shower and get ready to go. Shouldn't be that hard, one wouldn't think, right? I got in the shower. Then I remembered. (Some of you may have picked up on this already.) I never put the soup in the crock pot. I got out of the shower, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel and went back down to the kitchen to put the soup in the crock pot. I was afraid that if I didn't do it RIGHT THEN we would be eating out tonight. After that, I got back in the shower, managed to finish, dry my hair, put on make-up, get dressed and now here I sit recounting it all to you. Hopefully, I will remember to leave to go to lunch in a few minutes and yes, I already checked and I did turn the crock pot on.
Why does the human brain work like that? When I had small children at home and, certainly, when I worked for a living, I had no problem multi-tasking. Now forget it. Please tell me it's not just me and that these things happen to some of you. Even if it doesn't...lie to me.
It all started as I was sitting at my computer typing an email to my small group at church. Currently, I am in charge of sending out a recap of our meeting with all of the prayers and praises. I try to get it out the following morning. One, so that I don't forget....lol.... and two, so that people will have the prayers and praises to pray over all week. While I was in the middle of that, the phone rang. It was my daughter. When we talk on the phone, often times, we talk for a LONG time. I decided that I couldn't very well type up prayer and praises while I was talking to her, but I could wrap a couple of presents for my girlfriend's birthday who I am meeting later today for lunch. I grabbed the gifts, wrapping paper, and card and headed to the kitchen table. I started to wrap while still talking to my daughter. I realized that I didn't have any ribbon. I walked back down to grab that. About that time, my daughter and I finished our conversation and the timer on the dryer rang. I went down to the laundry room and folded the clothes. Walking right by the half wrapped gifts on the kitchen table, I went down to the office to finish typing my prayers and praises. In the middle of that I remembered that I needed to put my soup fixins for dinner in the crock-pot. I got up and went back down to the kitchen lest I forget the soup. When I got to the kitchen I realized that I hadn't finished wrapping the gifts. I finished that, except now I couldn't find the ribbon that I had gone to get when most of this had started. I started looking all around the house. I found it on the desk, by the computer, by the still unfinished email. Deciding that there was a definite problem pattern emerging, I sat down and finished the email. Hit send and heaved a sigh of relief. I remember thinking that at least I had finished one thing that I started. With ribbon in hand, I went back down and finished wrapping my friend's gifts. Next, up? Take a shower and get ready to go. Shouldn't be that hard, one wouldn't think, right? I got in the shower. Then I remembered. (Some of you may have picked up on this already.) I never put the soup in the crock pot. I got out of the shower, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel and went back down to the kitchen to put the soup in the crock pot. I was afraid that if I didn't do it RIGHT THEN we would be eating out tonight. After that, I got back in the shower, managed to finish, dry my hair, put on make-up, get dressed and now here I sit recounting it all to you. Hopefully, I will remember to leave to go to lunch in a few minutes and yes, I already checked and I did turn the crock pot on.
Why does the human brain work like that? When I had small children at home and, certainly, when I worked for a living, I had no problem multi-tasking. Now forget it. Please tell me it's not just me and that these things happen to some of you. Even if it doesn't...lie to me.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
It All Happened In Utah
We spent the week after Christmas in Utah with my daughter and her family. As always, we had a great time. We took the Rock Star to a movie. It had been years since I had gone to a kid movie. When my own children were small, I used to get so tired of only going to see kid movies. When it came time to start taking the grand kids, I found myself excited. We saw The Chipmunks. It was adorable. The Rock Star laughed in all the right places, all the while enjoying a large amount of movie theatre popcorn.
We also took the boys out to eat a couple of times. Once to Iggy's where the Rock Star gets more food on the children's menu than any adult should eat, complete with a huge sundae for dessert. The adult portions are so big that even Little Buddy, who loves himself some french fries, was well fed. Another afternoon found us at McDonald's where the Rock Star played on the toys and Little Buddy....well, he ate french fries.
The weather was amazing this year. It only snowed for a couple of days. The temperatures were a little warmer then in years past. The Rock Star was anxiously awaiting Papa's visit so that they could build a snow cave like they did last year. He met us in the driveway and asked his Papa if he had brought the little shovel. How he can remember that from a year ago is beyond me. We were afraid that the weather wasn't going to cooperate, but finally it did. They worked on the cave for a couple of days and the end product was even better then last year. I don't know how they will top it next year.
The Rock Star all dressed and ready to help build the snow cave:
Papa, The Rock Star and Little Buddy in front of an 'under construction' snow cave:
The finished product:
Well, Papa and 'Dramma' trudged. The Rock Star enjoyed the hike from Papa's shoulders:
The Rock Star was worried about my back and he called me from the ice rink to check on me. Too cute. He has such a tender heart.
The following day I was really sore. I continued to take Tylenol and used the heating pad. The day after that we drove home. 12 hours in the truck wasn't fun, but I didn't die either. After being home for a few days Hubby and I decided I should go to the doctor because it seemed like my back just wasn't getting any better. The doctor examined me and told me that he thought I had just jarred everything, but that he wanted to take an x-ray just to be sure. He showed me the x-ray and confirmed that it was just jarred. He teased me and said that I wasn't 21 anymore so these things take longer to heal. Well, he was certainly right about that. I hurt my back on Dec. 30th. Just the last few days it has started to feel slightly better. Imagine my surprise when my Dr. called on Monday to tell me that he had just received the radiologists report. It shows "partial compressions to the 11th thoracic and 3rd lumbar vertebrae, representing a compression fracture." I don't know why it took so long for the radiologist to read and send a report to my doctor, but it really wouldn't change the course of treatment. Basically, do what you feel like doing and when you get sore, stop. I do feel very vindicated though and, somehow, not so old. I was beginning to think that it was getting ridiculous that my back still hurt. Now I think I deserve a round of applause. I have an actual broken back and I have managed the pain all the way through with Tylenol. I am a studlette! (Is that even a word?)
It would take more then a little compression fracture to ruin a trip to Utah. My daughter and I spent some time shopping together and trying new recipes from 'The Pioneer Woman Cooks' cookbook. Yummy! I got to kiss and hug on my boys. There is nothing better than time spent with family. I'll be back next winter to sled some more. I'll just be careful to make sure there are no jumps in my run!
We also took the boys out to eat a couple of times. Once to Iggy's where the Rock Star gets more food on the children's menu than any adult should eat, complete with a huge sundae for dessert. The adult portions are so big that even Little Buddy, who loves himself some french fries, was well fed. Another afternoon found us at McDonald's where the Rock Star played on the toys and Little Buddy....well, he ate french fries.
The weather was amazing this year. It only snowed for a couple of days. The temperatures were a little warmer then in years past. The Rock Star was anxiously awaiting Papa's visit so that they could build a snow cave like they did last year. He met us in the driveway and asked his Papa if he had brought the little shovel. How he can remember that from a year ago is beyond me. We were afraid that the weather wasn't going to cooperate, but finally it did. They worked on the cave for a couple of days and the end product was even better then last year. I don't know how they will top it next year.
The Rock Star all dressed and ready to help build the snow cave:
Papa, The Rock Star and Little Buddy in front of an 'under construction' snow cave:
The finished product:
My daughter called yesterday to say their weather hasn't been helping the cave. The Rock Star got in yesterday and asked his mom why the sun was shining into the cave. Hopefully, they will get some snow soon so that repairs can be made.
Another thing that we were planning on doing while we were there was to take the boys ice skating. The day that we were supposed to go, Papa and I decided to take the Rock Star sledding while his brother napped. They have a great hill for sledding right around the corner, so off we trudged.Well, Papa and 'Dramma' trudged. The Rock Star enjoyed the hike from Papa's shoulders:
The two of them hit the hill and came down a couple of times while I took pictures:
They were having so much fun. I decided that I needed a turn too. Up to the top of the hill I trudged. I asked The Rock Star if I could sled down with him and he eagerly agreed. Hubby held the sled still while we climbed in and got all situated. Then he let us go. Here is a picture of us starting down the hill:
The Rock Star was giggling all the way down. Shortly after we started I realized that we were headed right toward a little jump that someone had made in the snow. It didn't look that big, but I couldn't control the sled enough to avoid it anyway. As we got closer, I remember thinking that it was probably going to hurt after we got airborne and landed. I braced myself. We launched. Not high, probably only a couple of feet in the air. While in the air the sled was leaning back because, of course, all of the weight was in the back. When we landed, I took the full hit on my tail bone. I had instant pain there and then it immediately shot up my back and felt like something was tied super tight all around me. I yelled for Hubby, because I really couldn't move. After sitting still for several minutes, I was able to get up and slowly walk around. Not wanting to ruin the Rock Star's afternoon, I told them to keep sledding. The pain was pretty intense, but I could move so that was a good thing, right? After a few more runs for the boys, we walked home, slowly, very slowly. I decided to skip ice skating and instead spent the evening on a heating pad, popping Tylenol and trying not to move.
The Rock Star was worried about my back and he called me from the ice rink to check on me. Too cute. He has such a tender heart.
The following day I was really sore. I continued to take Tylenol and used the heating pad. The day after that we drove home. 12 hours in the truck wasn't fun, but I didn't die either. After being home for a few days Hubby and I decided I should go to the doctor because it seemed like my back just wasn't getting any better. The doctor examined me and told me that he thought I had just jarred everything, but that he wanted to take an x-ray just to be sure. He showed me the x-ray and confirmed that it was just jarred. He teased me and said that I wasn't 21 anymore so these things take longer to heal. Well, he was certainly right about that. I hurt my back on Dec. 30th. Just the last few days it has started to feel slightly better. Imagine my surprise when my Dr. called on Monday to tell me that he had just received the radiologists report. It shows "partial compressions to the 11th thoracic and 3rd lumbar vertebrae, representing a compression fracture." I don't know why it took so long for the radiologist to read and send a report to my doctor, but it really wouldn't change the course of treatment. Basically, do what you feel like doing and when you get sore, stop. I do feel very vindicated though and, somehow, not so old. I was beginning to think that it was getting ridiculous that my back still hurt. Now I think I deserve a round of applause. I have an actual broken back and I have managed the pain all the way through with Tylenol. I am a studlette! (Is that even a word?)
It would take more then a little compression fracture to ruin a trip to Utah. My daughter and I spent some time shopping together and trying new recipes from 'The Pioneer Woman Cooks' cookbook. Yummy! I got to kiss and hug on my boys. There is nothing better than time spent with family. I'll be back next winter to sled some more. I'll just be careful to make sure there are no jumps in my run!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Happy Birthday Jon!
Today is my favorite son's 26th birthday. He came into the world at 1:25 pm. Not kicking and screaming like a typical new born, but fighting for his life. In that moment, 9 weeks premature and unable to breathe on his own, Jon Robert Pumpernickle changed my life forever.
Raised with only a sister and mommy to a little girl, this little boy was a whole new experience. I am so thankful that God chose me to be his mommy. (Yah, there were moments, but......).
Today, I will get to celebrate his birthday and Christmas with him and his new wife. This morning, she was the one to make his birthday breakfast. I thought that it might seem weird, but it didn't. She makes him so happy and treats him like a Prince. It was just the natural progression of things, and I'm more than OK with that. I will admit, that when I see him today, I will probably think about the one year old with chocolate cake in his hair, or the 10 year old who wanted to go to the Aztec Basketball game, or the 16 year old who couldn't wait to get his drivers license. I know that I will be thinking that he can't possibly be 26.
Happy Birthday Jon! I love you and I am so proud that you are my son.
Raised with only a sister and mommy to a little girl, this little boy was a whole new experience. I am so thankful that God chose me to be his mommy. (Yah, there were moments, but......).
Today, I will get to celebrate his birthday and Christmas with him and his new wife. This morning, she was the one to make his birthday breakfast. I thought that it might seem weird, but it didn't. She makes him so happy and treats him like a Prince. It was just the natural progression of things, and I'm more than OK with that. I will admit, that when I see him today, I will probably think about the one year old with chocolate cake in his hair, or the 10 year old who wanted to go to the Aztec Basketball game, or the 16 year old who couldn't wait to get his drivers license. I know that I will be thinking that he can't possibly be 26.
Happy Birthday Jon! I love you and I am so proud that you are my son.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Hawaii
I am finally caught up on everything CHRISTmas and have a couple of minutes to post a few pictures from our Hawaii trip.
View from the top of Diamond Head:
North Shore of Oahu:
Our Anniversary dinner at Duke's in Waikiki:
Sunset in Waikiki:
Few from poolside at our resort in Maui:
Blowhole in Maui:
Lava rock formation:
Authentic roadside stand in Maui:
Iao Needle in Maui:
Hubby's favorite beach in Maui:
View from Maui Up Country:
Hiking in the Up Country. Hard to believe this isn't a mountain hike at Lake Tahoe:
Can't wait to go back.
View from the top of Diamond Head:
North Shore of Oahu:
Our Anniversary dinner at Duke's in Waikiki:
Sunset in Waikiki:
Few from poolside at our resort in Maui:
Blowhole in Maui:
Lava rock formation:
Authentic roadside stand in Maui:
Iao Needle in Maui:
Hubby's favorite beach in Maui:
View from Maui Up Country:
Hiking in the Up Country. Hard to believe this isn't a mountain hike at Lake Tahoe:
Can't wait to go back.Thursday, December 3, 2009
Prayer
Friday is Matthew's hearing. My daughter is requesting prayer for the entire day. She has a sign up going on her blog: http://familyfishbowl.blogspot.com/. She is trying to cover the entire day. A lot of time slots are already signed up for, but I would love to see multiple names on each time. If you could, please visit her blog and sign up to pray. We are praying for God's will in general, clear movement toward Matthew staying with my daughter's family specifically, but we are also asking God for a miracle tomorrow. We would love to see the birth father realize that Matthew is right where he needs to be and that he would put an end to this whole thing TOMORROW!!!!
Please visit her blog and sign up to join us in prayer.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Loved Rotten
When I was last in Utah, attending Woman's Retreat at my daughter's church, I stayed a few extra days to spend time with my grandsons. One day we were in Walmart doing some misc. shopping. We were in the fabric section and Garrett saw some Cars fabric. He fell in love with it and I offered to make him a pillow case out of it. My daughter asked me if it would be possible to make him an apron out of it instead. Garrett loves to help his mommy in the kitchen and he isn't always the neatest of chefs. We went over and looked at the patterns and found a cute one that had his size. Garrett, keep in mind, was present for all of this. I distinctly remember showing him the pattern.
Fast forward a few weeks......Grandma goes home and makes him the cutest little apron you've ever seen. I even made him a little hand towel thingy that used some of the fabric and a dish towel so that he could keep his hands clean while he was helping mommy in the kitchen. I mailed them off right before we went on vacation.
While I was in Oahu I received a call from my daughter telling me that Garrett loved his apron and towel, but she also shared the following conversation:
G: (looking at the apron and towel) I wanted a pillowcase.
L: Don't you remember that Grandma decided to make you an apron?
G: I wanted a pillowcase. Is Damma going to send the pillowcase?
Now, I KNOW that he was aware that he was getting an apron, but he must have thought that that was in addition to the pillowcase. It bothered me so much that he was disappointed. Fast forward several hours..........our plane leaves Oahu and we head for Maui. After landing we immediately head to Costco and Walmart for a food run before heading for the condo. So bothered by Garrett's disappointment, I check the fabric section of Walmart on the off chance that they might have the same fabric. THEY DID!!! I bought a yard, paying twice as much for it on Maui as I did in Utah. I sent Lori a text messsage telling her that she could tell Garrett that the pillow case would be arriving shortly after we got home from vacation. Her response was "little scam artist."
Some people will probably say that I am spoiling him rotten, but I want to put that notion to bed. I am simply LOVING him rotten. But, then again, what are 'Damma's' for?
After, I get caught up on Christmas shopping, decorating and pillow case making I will post some pictures of our trip.
Fast forward a few weeks......Grandma goes home and makes him the cutest little apron you've ever seen. I even made him a little hand towel thingy that used some of the fabric and a dish towel so that he could keep his hands clean while he was helping mommy in the kitchen. I mailed them off right before we went on vacation.
While I was in Oahu I received a call from my daughter telling me that Garrett loved his apron and towel, but she also shared the following conversation:
G: (looking at the apron and towel) I wanted a pillowcase.
L: Don't you remember that Grandma decided to make you an apron?
G: I wanted a pillowcase. Is Damma going to send the pillowcase?
Now, I KNOW that he was aware that he was getting an apron, but he must have thought that that was in addition to the pillowcase. It bothered me so much that he was disappointed. Fast forward several hours..........our plane leaves Oahu and we head for Maui. After landing we immediately head to Costco and Walmart for a food run before heading for the condo. So bothered by Garrett's disappointment, I check the fabric section of Walmart on the off chance that they might have the same fabric. THEY DID!!! I bought a yard, paying twice as much for it on Maui as I did in Utah. I sent Lori a text messsage telling her that she could tell Garrett that the pillow case would be arriving shortly after we got home from vacation. Her response was "little scam artist."
Some people will probably say that I am spoiling him rotten, but I want to put that notion to bed. I am simply LOVING him rotten. But, then again, what are 'Damma's' for?
After, I get caught up on Christmas shopping, decorating and pillow case making I will post some pictures of our trip.
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