Sunday, November 12, 2006

Holding on to good

Well, it has been a few days since I wrote anything. I’ve been coming out of the fog. I haven’t taken pain pills (Vicodin) for a few weeks and I’m seeing myself getting some things done. I’ve been using the can opener with my right hand pretty well which was a major accomplishment. I get frustrated because I can’t reach around my back like I used to – yet. It makes dressing and undressing something I have to ‘think’ about instead of just doing.

I don’t have the reach I used to have with my right arm so turning off the light above the stairs is difficult. But, I can lift up my grandkids! Natalie jumped into my arms yesterday when we went over to baby-sit. It’s funny how you get used to doing things like picking up a kid and when I couldn’t, I missed it.

Bob and I watched Alyssa and Dan’s kids Saturday. Bob was in the family room with Nat and Zander and 14 month old Hayden stayed around me in the kitchen. He was in his high chair for a while but I couldn’t see him and I wanted him to get to know me better. Because of Bob’s surgery and my broken arm, we haven’t been around him as much as we would have. So, I picked him up, sat him on my hip and made mac and cheese. He was good about not reaching out so I cooked and stirred, sat him down on the floor to drain the mac and picked him up to fix the sauce.

I was getting things out of the cupboard and asked Nat if she knew if her mom had any dried onion. “I don’t like onions,” she said. When I found some I explained they were so small she could taste it but she couldn’t see it. That seemed to be all right. Of course when I put it in the butter they all turned brown and, if she thought of it, she could see it.

When I put it into the oven I thought I had made more than we could eat. Finally the buzzer went off and dinner was ready. The kids had been very busy up until then. You forget the normal din that three little kids can make when your baby is 25. Nat prayed and Zander prayed and that was the last sound they made until someone’s plate was empty and “More, please,” was heard. By the time they were done there was only a healthy tablespoon left. Dan finished that off when they got home. Nothing for the next day’s lunch. Alyssa had warned me that they had good appetites. Yes.

Dan took Alyssa for a “date” to McMenamins for dinner and a movie – Talladega Nights. http://www.mcmenamins.com/index.php?loc=3&id=30

Earlier Pearls of wisdom from grandson Zander: When your mind is full and your stomach is empty it is very hard to sleep.

4 comments:

Alyssa said...

Looks like you had fun with the kiddos. Thanks for watching them so we could get away.

Just thought you would like to know that your sub-head is not complete.

Kathleen said...

I think it is finished now.... What do you think?

Alyssa said...

That's perfect. I remember that box.

Alyssa said...

This may be a little easier to understand.


Leave A Note - my folks had a little wooden box on the wall outside the front door that was shaped like a house. On the box it said "Leave A Note." The first thing we did - even before unlocking the fron door - was to race to open the little door on the "house" box to see if someone had been there and had left a note. Quite a few times there WAS a note. Paper and pencil were provided. I would like to continue that tradition. Please leave me a note....