I still have yet to discover what the fascination is with mud puddles! Just this morning, Zacory was waiting for the bus, While I went to tie the dog to her house. I turned to find Liam, the 4 year old, once again jumping in the puddle. Zacory, standing at the end of the driveway turned to me with a somber look on his face. I could hear the loud engine rumble of his bus coming down the street. I looked at Zacory and asked him if he was ok and what was wrong? He pointed to small wet spots on his red sweat pants. I asked him if he had been splashed by Liam. He said, “No, I really had to go pee, so I went in the mud puddle. I dripped a little on my pants.” Looking up and seeing the big yellow bus, then looking at the small wet drops, I told him he was going to be fine. The drops would dry by the time he got to school! I told him to have a great day, be kind and stay focused. I helped him board the bus, with my 3 kisses and 2 hugs. I waved and blew a kiss as he waved once more from his bus window. What more could I have done? I turned Liam who was jumping in the puddle. Yes, the same one Zacory had decided to pee in! I shook my head, walked Liam into the house and quickly changed him before leaving for his school. While changing him, he told me he loved me because I had washed all of his laundry. He said he was going to have a great day at school. I could only hope! We were already running a little late. Earlier in the morning, I had stopped to clean up the huge pile of cat food that Liam had decided to feed the cat for breakfast. He was only helping out! I had assured the oldest, TJ, as he was running to catch his bus, that I would help him finish his science project, that he had just informed me was due in three days. I had broken up an argument between the two youngest. Apparently, while eating their French Toast Sticks, Liam “accidently” hit Zacory and Zacory “accidently” fell on top of Liam, almost biting him. Funny, how these “accidents” happen. Driving to school, I listened to to Liam explaining to me, how the trees on a cleared lot were pushed down because of Big Foot. He had seen it on the news! I asked him where Big Foot was now. He looked at me like I was from Mars and said “He had to go to work at Walmart!” From the mouths of babes! Until tomorrow, make every moment an adventure!
Vacation’s Over at Grammy Debbie’s House!
While I am new to blogging, I am very excited to share the journey that I am on, raising my grandchildren. While every day is a blessing and adventure, it is also a challenge. I am a 53 year young, widowed, grandmother who has been raising three of my grandsons. Age’s you ask? They are 4, 5 and 11. The 4 year old and 5 year old are brothers. The 11 year old is a cousin to them. Needless to say, my house is disruptive, exciting, chaotic, but very loving. I can honesty say that every day is eventful. Just this morning, we were up at 6, coffee on, dog and cat fed, lunches packed, snacks and homework put in backpacks, boots and jackets on, breakfast eaten and hugs and kisses goodbye. The 11 year old, TJ, is NOT a morning person. After 5 times telling him to get up, 10 minutes before the bus was to arrive, he finally decided to get dressed, choke down a toast and finish getting ready for school. 10 minutes later, with a hug, kiss and I love you Grammy Debbie, he grabbed his backpack and was out the door. The 5 year old was next, Zacory loves to play video games. He has become very good at eating a toast and banana while playing his video game. I know, he should not be eating while playing the game, but I have to “pick my battles”. While he is eating his breakfast, I am trying to get the 4 year old who has destructive, defiant disorder, to get dressed. He is truly a stubborn 4 year old. Today was his first day in his new pre-school, having been “dismissed” from his previous one. I felt accomplished this morning, he was dressed in no time! He was eating his breakfast, while I decided to get myself ready for work. I am a fulltime Paralegal with a well known title company. I have my shower and dressing down to about 15 minutes. I checked to make sure the boys were doing ok, only to discover the 4 year old was completely undressed. Apparently, he didn’t like the clothes he was wearing. He wanted to wear his pajamas. I explained to him that this was his first day in his new school and he should dress nicely. We somehow agreed on an outfit and he was dressed for a second time. By now it was time to wait for Zacory’s bus. I have it down to a science, watching out the bathroom window while blow drying my hair! Throwing on my dress shoes and jacket, out I go to wait for the bus. Finally, with the bus arriving, Zacory takes his 3 hugs, 2 kisses and boards the bus. Waiving and blowing kisses from the window, he is off to school. I turn to Liam, the 4 year old, only to see him splashing through the puddles. He is upset because he has gotten his boots muddy trying to tie the dog to her chain. In the house we go to change the boots. He finally, grabs his backpack, small stuffed toy and we head to the car. While driving to his new school, he decides that he is “sick” and does not want to go. I explain that he needs to go because Grammy Debbie needs to work today. He says he doesn’t care, he is NOT going to school. We arrive at his school and he clings to the door. I am amazed at how strong he is! After a couple of minutes of tugging and pulling, I manage to carry him screaming to his new school. Inside we sit and I try to console him. I try to tell him how much fun he is going to have. How many friends his is going to meet. He puts his head down and screams. Finally, a teacher has to pull him from me and carry him off. I leave feeling terrible. I sit in my car, take a deep breath and start my work day. I’m relieved a little later when I call and find that Liam is doing fine. The mornings are busy and rushed, even if I try to get things ready the night before. But, when I get my “I love you, Grammy Debbie” and my 3 hugs and 2 kisses and waves goodbye, it really makes it all worthwhile. Until tomorrow… be patient, be kind and smile.