Today, February 16th, my newest great grandson, Colin, was born.
I wanted Nolan, who is one of my grandsons, to know that he now had a new cousin. "Remember your cousin, Amanda, had a baby in her tummy, just like your mommy has a baby in her tummy?"
"Yeah," three-year-old Nolan responded.
"Well, today Amanda had her baby, so your cousin, Baby Billy, now has a baby brother."
Nolan pouted.
"Aren't you happy that you have a new cousin?" I asked him.
Nolan lowered his head and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I thought he was going to be ours." (Nolan's mommy, my daughter, is not due to give birth until September.)
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Monday, March 30, 2009
The Toothpaste Bandit

While other children sneak into the pantry to steal food, and while they gingerly open the refrigerator to sneak whatever goodies they can find, my grandson sneaks into the bathroom to steal whatever toothbrush he can find.
Today I found an open tube of toothpaste in my bathroom. Nolan had snuck into one of the other bathrooms, located his target (his toothbrush and toothpaste), ran through the house to hide out in my bathroom, where he meticulously unscrewed the toothpaste, and managed to get the toothpaste directly onto the toothbrush.
Except for the fact that his face was smeared with a pasty green substance, and except for the open tube in my bathroom, he might have gotten away with his thievery.
So, what do you think – future dentist?
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Nobody Warned My Grandson About My Mother

My mother called my daughter today at 3:00 in the afternoon. My grandson, Jeremy, picked up the phone."Let me talk to your mother."
"She's sleeping."
Mom was aghast. "She's sleeping???? At 3:00 in the afternoon??? Wake her up!" You see, in Mom's world, NOBODY should be sleeping when she isn't.
Look at her. Yes, that is my mother. When I stand next to her, with my white hair, I look like HER mother. But I digress. Back to the story:
Mom heard Jeremy's footsteps heading toward the bedroom. And she heard him ask his mother to wake up. She also heard his footsteps return to the phone.
"She's still sleeping." This made no sense to my mother, who became even more infuriated.
"WELL, WAKE HER UP! I WANT TO TALK TO HER!"
After several seconds, Jeremy said, "OK, she's up, but now she's washing the dishes."
My mother is not quite 5'2" tall. But she thinks she's a giant. When I place quotes around what appears to be a booming voice, I must confess, she actually squeaks, so it sounds more like, "tell her to come to the phone now!!" rather than, "TELL HER TO COME TO THE PHONE NOW!!"
But Jeremy obeys her anyway. After all, he is her great grandson. Several seconds passed before Jeremy responded, "OK."
Several more seconds passed before Jeremy told my mother that my daughter couldn't come to the phone.
Mom was livid. "YOU TELL YOUR MOTHER I AM VERY VERY ANGRY AT HER." Remember, it sounds more like, "you tell your mother I am very very angry at her."
Jeremy said, "OK" and hung up.
Two hours later, my daughter called my mother to find out why she was very very very very very very angry with her – that was what Jeremy's note said.
And this is what my mother found out. Jeremy was told not to tell ANYBODY he was home alone. So Jeremy felt safe telling people his mother was asleep. He never expected anybody to torment him about it. Normally, one would expect that telling the caller his mother was asleep would be reason enough to say, "OK, I'll call back later."
However, we are talking about my mother here.
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