i don't want to go into all the details of why...i figure it's one thing to air my dirty laundry for the world to see, another to air his. but i will say this, our son has been giving us a run for our money lately.
i was venting to my mother-in-law over email last week about it. she calmly responded to me that isaiah needs something of his own. something that he goes to by himself, that's just for him. it wasn't a new thought to me, something i knew actually, but i haven't pulled the trigger.
now that he's 4 it's like the world of sports, in particular, have opened up to him. we thought about tee ball, which for his age would actually be wee ball, but didn't move on it and missed the registration. the email from my mother-in-law was the kick in the butt that i needed. the first thing i did the next day was sign him up for soccer. and it's been soccer mania ever since.
practicing his kicking, practicing his headers, talking about what he's going to do when he's on the field. mind you, he has not even been to practice yet. in fact, he barely understand how to play. but on it goes.
lest you think he's out of control...he's nothing compared to the grandmas. beside themselves with excitement, both of them talking about how they could possibly make it to a game. is there pictures? does he have a ball? he needs books to read about it.
i kid you not.
but if i'm honest, if i'm really gonna shoot straight, i haven't been all that sane about it either. when i got the first informational email i was giddy with delight, turning to isaiah and saying, 'you're going to play soccer!' I CAN NOT WAIT TO GET PICTURES OF HIM IN A UNIFORM! and as many can attest to, although it will look like a swarm of bees around the ball, you know i'll be the loudest mom cheering my son on. i can feel the lump in my throat already.
i guess the extreme-ness with isaiah hasn't stopped has it?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
go cards
my favorite time in all of sports is march madness (right grandpa!?). not so much at the beginning, but once you get into the sweet 16 it seems that every game is close and intense. the best kind of sport watching. i am beyond thrilled to be living in louisville and to have a team to call my own. and a good one to boot! favorite teams in the past have always been close, but i have never lived IN the home city. but not now. i drive by UofL all the time. i live in a city that stops when the cards play (especially men's basketball). and i love it. i'm all in.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
buying revelation
i've learned a lot about my kids in the last few days...by taking them to stores and letting them shop.
i'm not a big shopper, so when i go into a store, or occasionally a mall, i go and buy what i need and i'm out. no lallygagging. on friday i had to go into a department store to get what i needed. we entered the store at the women's shoe section. alaythia walked in, baby doll in hand, got half way through, stopped in her tracks and proclaimed, 'whooooaaaaa, shoes!'
now, i've known about alaythia's love for shoes for some time, so it wasn't a huge revlation, but the DEPTHS of her love for shoes has surprised me. a couple days later we went into a shoe store on a hunt for summer shoes for the kids. she ran in, found her area and immediately went to looking. she found the pinkest, glitteriest, princess shoes she could find and brought them over to me. right size and all. as i was trying shoes on isaiah she kept saying, 'my turn mama! my turn mama!' oh how i wish i could have bought them for her. but before you feel bad, she was already wearing pink glittery shoes, just a lighter shade of pink. in a conversation she had with grandma a couple days earlier, she put on her 'asking' voice and asked for more shoes. even though grandma sent 3 pairs for her birthday. grandma said they might have to go shoe shopping when she comes.
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this week in the mail, isaiah and alaythia's great-aunt lydia sent them presents. along with their gifts, inside each card was a $5 bill. first time they've recieved money like that (i think). isaiah was astonished and i said, 'isaiah, you can use this to buy whatever you want.' he quickly said, 'i'm going to the dollar store and buying 5 swords!' pretty good idea. so i decided to take them to the dollar store and let them pick out whatever they want. i was determined not to influence them, but to watch them and let them decide what they wanted.
i let them run in the store first, and i didn't stop them. isaiah ran right to the toys and found swords and guns. alaythia hung back and just watched. in the end isaiah came out with a gun that shoots balls, 2 swords and 2 street hokey sticks. he was very careful to get two because he wanted to be able to play with daddy. interesting.
alaythia found the FREAKIEST looking baby dolls and put as many as she could in her arms. oh how i wanted to discourage her, but i didn't. ended up she put all back but two. it took her longer to figure out what she wanted. she walked around the store, took stock and came back to what she liked. she ended up with two baby dolls, one of those gross slimy tentical balls (she spent the most time picking this out), a minney and daisy head band and a huge pinwheel in a the shape of a flower. i did not direct her, encourage or discourage her at all.
i LOVED watching them. studying them as they tried to decide. it turned out to be really interesting for me as they got things i never thought they would have. i've decided we should make this a tradition, try it every so often.
(thanks aunt lydia for your thoughtfulness, the kids and i really enjoyed it!)
i'm not a big shopper, so when i go into a store, or occasionally a mall, i go and buy what i need and i'm out. no lallygagging. on friday i had to go into a department store to get what i needed. we entered the store at the women's shoe section. alaythia walked in, baby doll in hand, got half way through, stopped in her tracks and proclaimed, 'whooooaaaaa, shoes!'
now, i've known about alaythia's love for shoes for some time, so it wasn't a huge revlation, but the DEPTHS of her love for shoes has surprised me. a couple days later we went into a shoe store on a hunt for summer shoes for the kids. she ran in, found her area and immediately went to looking. she found the pinkest, glitteriest, princess shoes she could find and brought them over to me. right size and all. as i was trying shoes on isaiah she kept saying, 'my turn mama! my turn mama!' oh how i wish i could have bought them for her. but before you feel bad, she was already wearing pink glittery shoes, just a lighter shade of pink. in a conversation she had with grandma a couple days earlier, she put on her 'asking' voice and asked for more shoes. even though grandma sent 3 pairs for her birthday. grandma said they might have to go shoe shopping when she comes.
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this week in the mail, isaiah and alaythia's great-aunt lydia sent them presents. along with their gifts, inside each card was a $5 bill. first time they've recieved money like that (i think). isaiah was astonished and i said, 'isaiah, you can use this to buy whatever you want.' he quickly said, 'i'm going to the dollar store and buying 5 swords!' pretty good idea. so i decided to take them to the dollar store and let them pick out whatever they want. i was determined not to influence them, but to watch them and let them decide what they wanted.
i let them run in the store first, and i didn't stop them. isaiah ran right to the toys and found swords and guns. alaythia hung back and just watched. in the end isaiah came out with a gun that shoots balls, 2 swords and 2 street hokey sticks. he was very careful to get two because he wanted to be able to play with daddy. interesting.
alaythia found the FREAKIEST looking baby dolls and put as many as she could in her arms. oh how i wanted to discourage her, but i didn't. ended up she put all back but two. it took her longer to figure out what she wanted. she walked around the store, took stock and came back to what she liked. she ended up with two baby dolls, one of those gross slimy tentical balls (she spent the most time picking this out), a minney and daisy head band and a huge pinwheel in a the shape of a flower. i did not direct her, encourage or discourage her at all.
i LOVED watching them. studying them as they tried to decide. it turned out to be really interesting for me as they got things i never thought they would have. i've decided we should make this a tradition, try it every so often.
(thanks aunt lydia for your thoughtfulness, the kids and i really enjoyed it!)
Saturday, March 14, 2009
if anyone can convince me
i've always envisioned our family with three kids. not any more. i have lots of different reasons, lots of different theories. but mostly i know i probably just couldn't handle four. three feels like my limit.
there have been many that have tried to change my mind. saying that four isn't that bad, that they've always envisioned us with four. and i've always KNOWN that i'll only have three. granted in the back of my mind i realize that just about every time i say 'this is what will happen' the opposite occurs.
but this morning i felt a crack in the impenetrable wall. it was still dark this morning and the kids and i were snuggling on the couch. isaiah was cupped in my legs, alaythia was laying on me as i tickled the back of her neck. isaiah said, 'alaythia, let's say hi to the baby.' they both lean to my belly and say hello and wait, like it will respond. 'mom, so when this baby grows up and gets to be alaythia's age, you get another baby in your tummy right?' 'no, i think this is the last time i'll have a baby in my tummy' i say to him.
'what?! why?! that's what mommys do. when the baby grows up they get another one in their tummy.' 'not all mommys' i say. 'well, i think you should, we should have four kids.'
i tried my hardest to convince him that we wouldn't, he did his best to try to figure out why. i didn't feel like confessing that i thought i would go insane. but he hasn't let it die. as we were coloring this morning he drew a picture of daddy, mommy, alaythia, the baby and the other baby.
i've never been compelled to even THINK about it. but seeing his big brown eyes look at me and say he wanted more siblings...i had a hard time dismissing it.
there have been many that have tried to change my mind. saying that four isn't that bad, that they've always envisioned us with four. and i've always KNOWN that i'll only have three. granted in the back of my mind i realize that just about every time i say 'this is what will happen' the opposite occurs.
but this morning i felt a crack in the impenetrable wall. it was still dark this morning and the kids and i were snuggling on the couch. isaiah was cupped in my legs, alaythia was laying on me as i tickled the back of her neck. isaiah said, 'alaythia, let's say hi to the baby.' they both lean to my belly and say hello and wait, like it will respond. 'mom, so when this baby grows up and gets to be alaythia's age, you get another baby in your tummy right?' 'no, i think this is the last time i'll have a baby in my tummy' i say to him.
'what?! why?! that's what mommys do. when the baby grows up they get another one in their tummy.' 'not all mommys' i say. 'well, i think you should, we should have four kids.'
i tried my hardest to convince him that we wouldn't, he did his best to try to figure out why. i didn't feel like confessing that i thought i would go insane. but he hasn't let it die. as we were coloring this morning he drew a picture of daddy, mommy, alaythia, the baby and the other baby.
i've never been compelled to even THINK about it. but seeing his big brown eyes look at me and say he wanted more siblings...i had a hard time dismissing it.
Friday, March 13, 2009
confessions of...
a lying, manipulating, control freak.
i owe a public apology (only because i have already apologized personally to those i need to) for not keeping to my word. as stated at the end of a post on surprises, i called a truce and said i would respect the other person trying to surprise me and would stop investigation.
but as most addicts, or control freaks, i relapsed...later that day mind you. i didn't even have the balls to wait a day.
without going into details i will say - my poor husband. i lied, i manipulated, i lied some more. and before he knew what hit him i knew everything.
the thing is, for the first time, it was not fun. maybe because i had to do so many 'wrong' things to find out. maybe because once i found out i wished, for my dear friend, that she could have surprised me. and in retelling the story, i realize how really awful i was. it wasn't funny and as someone said to me today, something is wrong with me.
so i'm letting everyone know, publicly, that i didn't do what i said i would do.
but i am excited about what it is!
i owe a public apology (only because i have already apologized personally to those i need to) for not keeping to my word. as stated at the end of a post on surprises, i called a truce and said i would respect the other person trying to surprise me and would stop investigation.
but as most addicts, or control freaks, i relapsed...later that day mind you. i didn't even have the balls to wait a day.
without going into details i will say - my poor husband. i lied, i manipulated, i lied some more. and before he knew what hit him i knew everything.
the thing is, for the first time, it was not fun. maybe because i had to do so many 'wrong' things to find out. maybe because once i found out i wished, for my dear friend, that she could have surprised me. and in retelling the story, i realize how really awful i was. it wasn't funny and as someone said to me today, something is wrong with me.
so i'm letting everyone know, publicly, that i didn't do what i said i would do.
but i am excited about what it is!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
this baby may be healthier
it seems as though there are several that missed this post.
i am 15 weeks along in my pregnancy and felt the baby for the first time a couple days ago. it was a joy.
this pregnancy has been very different for me. i think for many reasons.
i started and finished a post last night about the whole thing. then in reading it to matt i started bawling. started that whole downward spiral of not being a good mom, not doing it well, not being as connected to this baby. the third is different. no time to day dream during the day, not a lot of time to sit and try to feel the baby. at this point, not as connected as i thought i was with the others.
another example...i have not started journalling to this baby. something i did with the other 3. matt said that if i was able to get back to those journals i would see that i hadn't done much journalling by this point in my pregnancy with the others. so i found them and checked it out. i had started journalling to alaythia by this point, but total she only had 4 entries. less than i thought. i pulled up isaiah's...24 pages worth. and i started journalling the day after i found out i was pregnant.
i skimmed through the pages. pertty cool stuff recorded. prayers, reactions, letters from others. it's a good reminder of life at that point.
one journal entry to isaiah i mention how much i had been getting up in the night to use the restroom. i then proceeded to mention that i did not turn the light on because i knew that, although still in utero, he was sensitive to light and i didn't want to wake him up.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
matt and i howled. we were told over and over about the extreme-ness with the first. but at the time we were convinced we were not doing it. but now, looking back, we see all to clearly that yes, indeed, we were over the top with him.
and we believe that although it's different with the third, the child just may be healthier because of it!
i am 15 weeks along in my pregnancy and felt the baby for the first time a couple days ago. it was a joy.
this pregnancy has been very different for me. i think for many reasons.
i started and finished a post last night about the whole thing. then in reading it to matt i started bawling. started that whole downward spiral of not being a good mom, not doing it well, not being as connected to this baby. the third is different. no time to day dream during the day, not a lot of time to sit and try to feel the baby. at this point, not as connected as i thought i was with the others.
another example...i have not started journalling to this baby. something i did with the other 3. matt said that if i was able to get back to those journals i would see that i hadn't done much journalling by this point in my pregnancy with the others. so i found them and checked it out. i had started journalling to alaythia by this point, but total she only had 4 entries. less than i thought. i pulled up isaiah's...24 pages worth. and i started journalling the day after i found out i was pregnant.
i skimmed through the pages. pertty cool stuff recorded. prayers, reactions, letters from others. it's a good reminder of life at that point.
one journal entry to isaiah i mention how much i had been getting up in the night to use the restroom. i then proceeded to mention that i did not turn the light on because i knew that, although still in utero, he was sensitive to light and i didn't want to wake him up.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
matt and i howled. we were told over and over about the extreme-ness with the first. but at the time we were convinced we were not doing it. but now, looking back, we see all to clearly that yes, indeed, we were over the top with him.
and we believe that although it's different with the third, the child just may be healthier because of it!
Monday, March 9, 2009
setting goals
who knew that setting goals would be such an inspiration.
last week i approached isaiah and told him that he and alaythia each had goals they needed to accomplish before the baby comes. alaythia has one goal - get potty trained. no small feat, especially with a mother who has a mental block when it comes to that. i HATE potty training and would gladly change diapers for way longer than i need to, rather than get the job done. a total mental block!
isaiah had many more. BUT i am astonished to say that he's accomplished them all, plus put more on himself. he LOVES goals and he loves reaching them. who knew!?! the first 3 were the original three and were done within 2 days of each other.
1 - buckle yourself into the car.
2 - get yourself dressed every day.
3 - (part of #2) learn to button and zip your own pants.
i kid you not, he learned them all. and he's so proud. his new goals he's set for himself:
1 - is something to do with the bathroom, but it's too graphic to go into specifics.
2 - tying his own shoes...which he has declared 'the hardest thing he'll ever have to do'.
what are daddy and mommy's goals? good question. we'll have to think about that.
last week i approached isaiah and told him that he and alaythia each had goals they needed to accomplish before the baby comes. alaythia has one goal - get potty trained. no small feat, especially with a mother who has a mental block when it comes to that. i HATE potty training and would gladly change diapers for way longer than i need to, rather than get the job done. a total mental block!
isaiah had many more. BUT i am astonished to say that he's accomplished them all, plus put more on himself. he LOVES goals and he loves reaching them. who knew!?! the first 3 were the original three and were done within 2 days of each other.
1 - buckle yourself into the car.
2 - get yourself dressed every day.
3 - (part of #2) learn to button and zip your own pants.
i kid you not, he learned them all. and he's so proud. his new goals he's set for himself:
1 - is something to do with the bathroom, but it's too graphic to go into specifics.
2 - tying his own shoes...which he has declared 'the hardest thing he'll ever have to do'.
what are daddy and mommy's goals? good question. we'll have to think about that.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
spring is in the air
it was 75 degrees on saturday, 70 yesterday. seriously. we went to the zoo saturday morning with our new zoo passes (thanks papa and gg!) and we played outside all afternoon. sunday morning called for 70, but with thunderstorms. it was warm enough so we thought we'd brave it and put alaythia in one of her new spring dresses. this outfit is courtesy grandma and grandpa for alaythia's birthday. please take special note of the pink glittery shoes...that are ALWAYS on her feet. she takes her feetsy pajamas off in the morning just so she can get these on.
i took this
picture before church.
picture before church.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
well, max says
yesterday isaiah and i got into a discussion about how we don't say the LORD's name unless we are referencing him. we talked about how big and great and awesome God is. at one point i mentioned the 10 commandments and how one of them says that we aren't supposed to say God's name unless we are addressing or talking about him.
isaiah seemed to get it and then moved on to playing on his own. about 5 minutes later he said, 'mom, max says that there are only 2 commandments. love God and love others.'
'max?! who the heck is max'? i'm thinking. isaiah's spot on, you can summarize the 10 commandments into these two, but who is this max that's speaking into my son's life? thinking i heard wrong i said...'isaiah, who said that?'
matter of factly he replied, 'max'.
and then it came flooding to me. for alaythia's birthday her cousin caleb sent her a new video. hermie and friends. before the video begins a man comes on and talks about these things, he also created the series....
max lucado. well-known author and pastor.
apparently isaiah is on a first name basis with him!
isaiah seemed to get it and then moved on to playing on his own. about 5 minutes later he said, 'mom, max says that there are only 2 commandments. love God and love others.'
'max?! who the heck is max'? i'm thinking. isaiah's spot on, you can summarize the 10 commandments into these two, but who is this max that's speaking into my son's life? thinking i heard wrong i said...'isaiah, who said that?'
matter of factly he replied, 'max'.
and then it came flooding to me. for alaythia's birthday her cousin caleb sent her a new video. hermie and friends. before the video begins a man comes on and talks about these things, he also created the series....
max lucado. well-known author and pastor.
apparently isaiah is on a first name basis with him!
Friday, March 6, 2009
surprise surprise
it started when i was leaving the cruise. you know, that feeling of not knowing the next time you will get to see someone. my mom and i didn't have a date. or so i thought. to try to ease my mind she told me that matthew had been working on something for months, and that when i got home, i should ask him about it.
now, there have been very few times in my life when i have been surprised. as i've thought about writing this post, i'm pretty sure i can say that it's only happened twice in all my (gulp) 30 years. once was my 18th birthday. it took lying galore and a team of 25. fake invitations and fake fighting, but my mother and her friends pulled it off. my 18th birthday party was a complete surprise. the only other time was when matthew proposed to me. i knew we would get married, and my only stipulation to him was that i wanted to be surprised when he proposed. (the only time i've wanted to be surprised.) and i was. not answering 'yes' like i wanted to, but' shut up! shut up!' because of the shock.
yeah, maybe i don't like them because i don't respond well in the moment! ha!
so i came back from the cruise and started in on matt. 'you know i don't like surprises! i like to be able to look forward to things. if you told me now it would still accomplish everything you wanted it to.' and so, he revealed his plan. and i was surprised and pleased. my husband totally outdid himself.
he planned for my parents to come out to louisville the week of my birthday. my parents will spend part of the trip staying with the kids while he and i take a trip to new york city! 3 full days and 2 nights. we're staying in times square and will be seeing Wicked on broadway one of those nights. i was BLOWN AWAY. i love my husband and with each passing year am more convinced i am meant for him, but he is not a romantic. he is not a planner, not a good gift giver. so when he popped this on me, i really was taken aback. we've started planning and thinking about what we'll do while we're there, celebrating my 30th. i have a high standard to hit for his 30th!
(on a side note. i also know there is another surprise in the works. the only things i know is that the person involved is female and that she reads this blog. i know my mom knows you. but that's it. i also know that matt emailed you and let you know that i'm in on the fact that something is up. i know you want to keep it a surprise, and so publically, although i don't know who you are, i'm calling a truce. i will not look at email accounts, i will stop asking questions. because i know you would prefer things stay a surprise. and because you are doing SOMETHING nice for me, i will give up. i'm turning off my investigative, curiousity based, obsession. just thought i'd let you know.)
now, there have been very few times in my life when i have been surprised. as i've thought about writing this post, i'm pretty sure i can say that it's only happened twice in all my (gulp) 30 years. once was my 18th birthday. it took lying galore and a team of 25. fake invitations and fake fighting, but my mother and her friends pulled it off. my 18th birthday party was a complete surprise. the only other time was when matthew proposed to me. i knew we would get married, and my only stipulation to him was that i wanted to be surprised when he proposed. (the only time i've wanted to be surprised.) and i was. not answering 'yes' like i wanted to, but' shut up! shut up!' because of the shock.
yeah, maybe i don't like them because i don't respond well in the moment! ha!
so i came back from the cruise and started in on matt. 'you know i don't like surprises! i like to be able to look forward to things. if you told me now it would still accomplish everything you wanted it to.' and so, he revealed his plan. and i was surprised and pleased. my husband totally outdid himself.
he planned for my parents to come out to louisville the week of my birthday. my parents will spend part of the trip staying with the kids while he and i take a trip to new york city! 3 full days and 2 nights. we're staying in times square and will be seeing Wicked on broadway one of those nights. i was BLOWN AWAY. i love my husband and with each passing year am more convinced i am meant for him, but he is not a romantic. he is not a planner, not a good gift giver. so when he popped this on me, i really was taken aback. we've started planning and thinking about what we'll do while we're there, celebrating my 30th. i have a high standard to hit for his 30th!
(on a side note. i also know there is another surprise in the works. the only things i know is that the person involved is female and that she reads this blog. i know my mom knows you. but that's it. i also know that matt emailed you and let you know that i'm in on the fact that something is up. i know you want to keep it a surprise, and so publically, although i don't know who you are, i'm calling a truce. i will not look at email accounts, i will stop asking questions. because i know you would prefer things stay a surprise. and because you are doing SOMETHING nice for me, i will give up. i'm turning off my investigative, curiousity based, obsession. just thought i'd let you know.)
Monday, March 2, 2009
i thought i could pick and choose
it's been mentioned, so i might as well address it. yes, in about a month i will be turning the big three zero. i can't even bring myself to say the word. it's been hard since 28 i'll admit. but there's something about three zero that sends me whirling.
now for those of you older than me, please, before you roll your eyes and laugh, try to take yourself back. how did you feel? i bet it was a bit hard. maybe it's not three zero, maybe it's just not being in your twenties anymore. the twenties were good to me.
here's the thing... i'm starting to see signs of aging. (seriously, withhold the laughter). i have wrinkles around my eyes, i'm starting to use anti-aging cream. i'm finding gray hair. i'm having a hard time sleeping.
see i thought i was going to be able to pick and choose what attributes i wanted from my parents.
my mother, bless her, didn't have a gray hair until she was about 48. my father, started going gray at 20. my mom and i have had the same type of hair my whole life. so i thought surely i would have her hair...not showing gray until my late forties. no. i've even stopped plucking them. there's just too many. i can't keep up. i need to face the fact.
whenever i would go and stay with my grandma, while growing up, i got to sleep in her bed with her. i didn't like going to the back of the house at night, i was a bit scared, but i did get a t.v. and comfort of knowing she would be coming soon. one down side was that starting about 3 or 4am (if memory serves me correctly) talk radio would be turned on. and she would lay there for hours, waiting for everyone else to wake up, listening to the news. i never understood why she did this...it was just grandma. my father and most of his 4 siblings, now say, they have a hard time sleeping. getting up early, not falling alseep. and now that i'm hitting the big three zero, i'm finding that's true of me too. i thought, again, i'd have my mother's skill of sleeping anytime, anywhere, for any length of time.
the hard facts, i don't get to pick and choose.
the upside...my husband scored big with a big three zero celebration. more on that to come.
now for those of you older than me, please, before you roll your eyes and laugh, try to take yourself back. how did you feel? i bet it was a bit hard. maybe it's not three zero, maybe it's just not being in your twenties anymore. the twenties were good to me.
here's the thing... i'm starting to see signs of aging. (seriously, withhold the laughter). i have wrinkles around my eyes, i'm starting to use anti-aging cream. i'm finding gray hair. i'm having a hard time sleeping.
see i thought i was going to be able to pick and choose what attributes i wanted from my parents.
my mother, bless her, didn't have a gray hair until she was about 48. my father, started going gray at 20. my mom and i have had the same type of hair my whole life. so i thought surely i would have her hair...not showing gray until my late forties. no. i've even stopped plucking them. there's just too many. i can't keep up. i need to face the fact.
whenever i would go and stay with my grandma, while growing up, i got to sleep in her bed with her. i didn't like going to the back of the house at night, i was a bit scared, but i did get a t.v. and comfort of knowing she would be coming soon. one down side was that starting about 3 or 4am (if memory serves me correctly) talk radio would be turned on. and she would lay there for hours, waiting for everyone else to wake up, listening to the news. i never understood why she did this...it was just grandma. my father and most of his 4 siblings, now say, they have a hard time sleeping. getting up early, not falling alseep. and now that i'm hitting the big three zero, i'm finding that's true of me too. i thought, again, i'd have my mother's skill of sleeping anytime, anywhere, for any length of time.
the hard facts, i don't get to pick and choose.
the upside...my husband scored big with a big three zero celebration. more on that to come.
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