Conversations -- just in the last 30 days.
I've never worked harder for less money. But here are some of the paychecks I've received just in the last month.
6 1/2 year old Zbub: Grandma I want to go outside and build a snowman.
Grandma: There really isn't enough snow, sweety.
But he convinced me -- grabbed his coat, boots, mittens, and shortly arrives back at the door with an I told you so smile.
Dinkum: Gramma! Mizelle said the "S" Word.
Gramma raises her eyebrows: Hmmm.. she did, huh? I guess you better tell me what she said.
Dinkum: She said POO POO!
Grandma: It's snack time ... how about some Tillamook rasberry yogurt.
Z-bub who just got off the bus from school: Hey Dinkum, we're having Til-a monkey yogurt for a snack. Yeaaaah!
My daughter Amanda to 7 year old Curlymop: I love you muchos.
Curlymop: I love you more than all the muchos.
Amanda: Really? How much is that?
Curlymop: That means I love you more than confinity!
4 1/2 year old Dinkum: Mizelle, you're just a baby.
2 1/2 year old Mizelle: I not baby!
Dinkum: Yes you are.
Mizelle: No! I princess!
Dinkum: Whats on the wamp?
Gradma: The wamp?Dinkum: What's a wamp?
Grandma: What? You asked me what was on the wamp.
Dinkum: No. I didn't say wamp. I said WAMP!
(Then Grandma realizes he is looking at the Hawaiin Lei from our 30th wedding anniversary that I have sitting on the top of my wamp... I mean lamp.)
I read a bedtime story to Mizelle, Dinkum, Zbub, and Evaline who is 9. We ended with a prayer:
Grandma praying: Thank you for keeping Evalina and My Red-headed Girl safe as they fly to California tomorrow.
Dinkum's incredulous whisper can be heard as he leans in close to Evalina: Can you willly fly?
Grandpa putting together a Christmas gift: This just isn't working. It isn't fitting together right.
Curlymop: Did you read the destructions?
Grandma dials Karmyn's number.
8-year old Buttercup answers: Hello
Grandma: Oh! Hi Buttercup!
Buttercup: Hi Grandma.
Grandma: I hear you went to a yummy Christmas Brunch today.
Grandma: What did you have good to eat?
I heard Mizelle saying "Hello, Hello, Hello!" So I peaked around the corner and saw her with my miniature hair dryer from my watercolor supply case that I forgot to put away!
cell phone shot done discreetly as possible
There are priceless moments with Great Auntie Fern who will be 103 in April. Unfortunately she is having her struggles. Sometimes I can't help but giggle.
Yesterday I stopped by to fill her weekly medicine. While I counted out for each day I noticed that she kept pushing the buttons on her chair control. She went up. She went down. She went up. She went down. She was still doing this when I finished.
"Auntie Fern," I asked, "would you like me to help you adjust your chair?"
"No thank you," she responded. Then she pointed her chair controller at the television and pushed the up button with determination.
In a slightly irritated tone she complained, "I just can't get this darn TV to turn off!"