She Talks with Her Hands

The other day Grace was trying to tell my mom something, only without speaking. She would point her fingers and wave her arms around, but no words. My mom told Grace that she would have to speak for her to understnd what she wanted. Grace replied that she was only talking like Sarah. Sarah is her best friend whos parents are both profoundly deaf. Grace thought she could succesfully communicate the same way as Sarah and her family. My mom explained that she doesn't know sign language. Grace said that was fine, she would interpret.

Remove the Temptation

Here lately Ben's Grandpa Ben comes over to visit and have dinner with us on Wednesday nights. It's a great time for us to catch up and the kids love their Grandpa Benny. Grandpa Ben has a thing now where he always brings Grace gum. This is something her Grandma Linda always did and when Linda passed away one of the things Grace said she would miss was how Grandma Linda would give her gum. Now it is Grandpa Benny who brings the gum instead. This is a very special treat as we never give her any gum at all. So tonight as I was telling Grace goodnight, I decided to remind her that she was not to get up in the night and get any gum. She of course wanted to know why not. I explained that it could get in her hair, or worse, she could choke on it. Hang on mom, she says, as she climbs out of bed. She goes over and hands me a little tin container. She explains to me that it has some of her special things in it, like pretty beads, sea shells, and money. She then tells me to put it somewhere safe where she can't find it. As I ask her why, I open the container and see two opened packs of gum in it as well. She then tells me that she just might get out of bed at night and get out the gum, but if she doesn't know where it is, then she can't. Wow, I know grown adults (myself included) who can't seem to figure that concept out sometimes. Where there is temptation flee from it. Oh if we all could be as sensible as a five year old child sometimes.

Grandma's Afternoon

So yesterday I posted my dear mother's morning at our house with the kids. Here is the rest of her day, again as she tells it.
P.S. Mom, have I told you how much we love and appreciate you lately? Well we do. Alot.

Oh my day got better. I was sitting on the recliner, Colt was on the floor with a toy and Grace was watching tv. Colt threw his toy and hit me sqaure in the mouth. I ran and grabbed a wash rag to hold on my mouth. I heard a thump and Grace let out a scream. She had been swinging her soccer medal around and hit herself in the head. Her eyebrow was gashed open bleeding. I took the rag off my lip and grabbed an ice pack to put on Grace. Colt saw the chance to slip into Grace's bedroom; I noticed her door open told her to hold the rag and went for Colt. Just as I went into the room he took Grace's missionary bank, tipped it up into his mouth, and poored pennies down his throat. I said spit those out, but one was caught in his throat and he was starting to gag. I slapped his back and out flew the penny. What a day! Tomorrow we start over. Grace's eyebrow was still bleeding when I left, but it was such a tiny cut that it should heal without stitches and Colt went to bed for a nap. I could use one now that I think about it!

Grandma's Morning

This past week both kids have had head colds. My lovely mother has been at our house watching them while I work. This was her morning the other day, in her own words.

What a morning! Grace and Colt are both sick with colds, I'm still coughing but I feel better. I asked Grace what she wanted for breakfast. She says,
"Three eggs, round eggs, not long eggs, toast, bacon and milk".
"Grace, we are out of milk."
Melt down of course -she loves milk. Okay, she'll take apple juice.
"Grace, all eggs are round, you mean fried."
"Yes. Not scrambled."
"Grace, do you want the yoke hard, or soft?"
"Round Grandma."
I fried three eggs soft, because you can always take them back and make them hard. Another melt down.
"I can't eat these, they are nasssy!"
I take them back and fry them hard...
Another melt down.
"These are wrong they are supposed to be round!"
"Grace what are you talking about, all eggs are round."
"Grandma, with the shells on...."
"Oh, hard boiled!"
Colt and I ate the nasssy eggs and I boiled eggs for Grace.
The toast was wrong, she can't eat that ucky purple jelly; she wanted apple butter.
Colt ate her toast.
"The bacon is too hard!"
More tears.
Colt ate her bacon.
I have discovered that Colt will eat anything, however, tomorrow I am going by Mcdonalds!!!

Funnys

It has been a little while since I have been on here. It seems life is at warp speed right now! There are quite a few things I am planing on posting, including the Sock Hop and snow day pictures. Meanwhile, here are some cute things that I don't want to forget.

First thing, today I walked in the living room to find Colt totally naked. I say, "Colt Aaron!" he looked at me, smiled, bent over, and tooted at me! He then laughed and ran away.

Second thing, today I walked in the living room to find Colt totally naked.(This is a common occurrence at our house.) I say,"Colt Aaron! What did you do that for?" Grace says to me, "Well, he must of been wet I suppose." How cute!