More a pet owner story–But I lose my eyeglasses while attempting to clean our Newfoundland dog’s ears. I search, I search, and voila there they are, stuck in his tail as he walks away from me out into the yard.
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Eat some cup-o-soup noodles for lunch, I make the mistake of picking up the phone, and you guessed it, Cup-o-Catastrophe all over the dinning room. Have you ever tried to clean up two platefuls of noodles? A challenging business, even with their reluctant assistance.
Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2–Rush down to Grammy and Grandpa’s house to do a chore and tell them all about fishing. They return, having eagerly invited them to dinner. My heart just warms when I see my boys loving their grandparents, wanting to share their adventures and their catch of fish. So sweet. So we took our catch to Grammy’s house later that night and the dinner was heartwarming and harrowing all wrapped up together, but isn’t that like life?
Sweet Boy#3–Takes his precious bug jar with him into the tub, drops it, the thing shatters in the tub, and both boys get little cuts on their fingers.
All three boys–Saturday was the day of injuries. The boys went on an adventure with the Hunky Hubby and our new summer intern Awesome’. Sweet Boy#2 began climbing up a little tree, the hunky hubby told him “No, wait for my help” and turned aside to help our youngest. Then CRASH, sweet boy#2 falls in a bunch of poky sticks and scrapes his arm and back…ouch! Then at dinner time his great grandpa’s statement of “That’s hot!” doesn’t compute in time and he reaches out to touch the cooking stone and burns his finger, Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2 jump on Daddy and tip over the entire reclining rocking chair…twice, and are thus grounded from all rocking chair usage. Sweet Boy#2 accidentally gets his big toe stick in the recliner foot rest (very very painful), and 2 seconds later Sweet Boy#3 runs by, trips, and bashes his chin on a piece of furniture, and then Sweet Boy#1 cries out in agony “Ouch ouch, I hurt my foot on (sweet boy#3’s) face!” Since he was the one who had been stepped on, Sweet Boy#3 was also crying. My grandparents are always saying how much they miss us coming over…sometimes I wonder why. But finally hugs were given all around, many many consequences were endured, and our three cyclones were rushed off to the sounds of Grammy calling out, “Come again soon”. It must have been the hugs, they do give good hugs, my grandmother has to grip a nearby object to stay upright when they launch into her arms, but still, good hugs must cover up a multitude of…things….