I woke up this morning feeling like I needed a pot of coffee, 2 Advil and about 6 hours of Dateline reruns. How can there be so much energy packed into one human being that barely reaches my waist??
Here is the weekend in a nutshell:
Saturday: Wake up at 6:15, smiling happy...it's gonna be a great day! Breakfast of bacon and eggs (of course). Get dressed. Spend 15 minutes looking for shoes, break shoestring, fix shoestring, go outside and play football with Poppy. (Okay it is only 7:45 and 37 degrees at this point). After 12 minutes of football change of sport to soccer for an additional 8 minutes. Come inside get out sketch pad and sharpies, draw Angry Birds, barns, Christmas trees, dinosaurs, vampires, Darth Vader and farm animals. Go back outside (at least we can't see out breath now) chase chickens, gather eggs, climb fence and taunt the goat herd. Then back inside asking for his 20 minute allotment on the IPad. Then it's on to Lego's, then blocks then farm trucks and back to football outside. Mind you that scattered in between all of the antics are multiple requests for snacks, as well as requests for new and additional toys as Eli has "no toys to play with".
To top it all off, and I am not complaining we have to count EVERYTHING. We count steps, cars, leaves, letters, buttons and the list goes on. At the grocery store I had to shut Eli off after he reached 309 because my eye was starting to twitch. If that isn't tough enough we also have to take note of all the words and letters in, well life. "Nana, what does E-X-I-T spell? Nana, what does S-E-N-I-O-R spell"? If he doesn't stop asking me, it's gonna be like Nana what does Z-I-N-F-A-N-D-E-L spell? Geez! With the spelling and counting going on why I would take Eli to the grocery store is beyond me. What should have taken a few minutes took over an hour, mostly because we opted for the self checkout lane and we had to call for assistance three times. Eli scanned the item and more than a few times threw it back in the cart, or he scanned it twice or he put his entire body weight on the scale when we weighed the produce. The checkers at Safeway have memorized my face, I have been banned from the store, my Club Member card confiscated. It is a sad day! At this point I have to add that I don't know how much money my daughter-in-law makes, but as a third grade teacher....it is NOT ENOUGH!
The rest of the weekend was an entire blur, but it included gathering leaves, jumping in leaves, walking around the miracle mile, making brownies, leading the pony and then riding the pony, and oops getting thrown off the pony. (Not a big deal since the pony stands only 3 feet tall). Lots of hugs and loves and nursing care to the road rash on the butt from the pony accident. Apples and peanut butter to make it all better. Making homemade playdoh, painting, more drawing and GEEZ more spelling and counting.
I spent several minutes trying to explain why we couldn't pick up the hitchhiker holding a sign and looking for a ride to Limon on the corner of highway 71 and 34. We passed him going to the store and he was still there when we came home. Eli had a hard time with the concept. "Nana, I feel bad that the man doesn't have a ride", he said. ( I think he's gonna be a Democrat like his Nana)
Another dissertation followed as Jon tried to explain to Eli, what "breaking the plane" means as in football. We are still working on that one, if you all have any suggestions!!
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