This has been a busy month. We had Dad's 75th birthday, Hunter's 5th birthday, today is Vickye's birthday, and Carissa's birthday is next week! We want to get the house on the market next weekend so have been quite busy on getting the house in shape. I still found a little time to have three of my Grand babies this weekend. I picked up Colton and Hunter yesterday. We went and picked Carissa up this morning from Pa's house.
Carissa is getting so grown up. I think she is three, going on twenty instead of just four. As soon as we walked in the door they ran upstairs to play. I will have to figure out an equally fun area for them to call their own in our next home. Earlier this week, Carissa and I had culled the toys. We had two trash bags, one Goodwill bag, and the rest of the toys sorted into catagories. I instructed the kids to only take out one box at a time and put everything away before moving onto another box. I told Carissa she was the guard dog and was to let me know if one of the boys didn't abide by the new rule. As the three are storming up the stairs, Carissa is running behind the boys yelling, "Hey, hey, don't forget; I am the guard dog!" She was a very good one, too. With her help, there was little clean up and everyone had a good time.
When Hunter was first born, I picked up a book with a hand puppet monster that you worked through the pages. It has always been one of his favorites. The four of us sat down and read it. They had me in stitches as we tried to help the little monster get over his hiccups. We also read the Cat in the Hat, because it was a blue book. I have loved books and reading as far back as I can remember. I passed the joy of reading onto my two children. As I sat there for an hour laughing and reading with my Grandchildren, all stress and worries slip away as I watch their faces as I read to them. Everything seems so fast paced and stressful these days. If more people would stop and take the time to be a kid again with their kids, there would a lot more happiness and a lot less stress within the world.
Today was nothing special. I walked as the three of them rode in their Artic Cat, we read, watched Pawpaw on the tractor as he spread crushed concrete, and watched Scooby Doo. They played Care Bears, cooked dinner, built cars and planes out of blocks, chased Shasta, took turns throwing blocks into a box, and hide and seek. As I said, nothing special, but for this Grammy it was one more wonderful memory of a day with my Special People to file away for the future reference.
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