Just another day…..
These past few days have been full, and I really haven’t had the chance to miss Cam-Man, because somehow, we have ended up with him. Don’t take that the wrong way either, we have enjoyed every minute of it. I’ve learned to adapt and change-up my schedule as needed. I’m kind of liking this “new” not known schedule.
Monday afternoon, we got a call from the kids, they wanted to borrow the truck to go pick something up, but they could not fit Cam-man into the truck with them. We told them to take the truck and leave little dude with us. Mind you, this was after I had a really bad day with Momma.
Cam man is learning to ride his Batmobile around the yard He has improved so much with his steering and his ability to stop and go. He was trying to run over Papa, and he was just so cute to watch, and made me giggle a bunch.
Now if you look, he had a very important item to him, in the back and that was the big ball he found, and it was riding shotgun. But, he could not figure out how to keep his “cup” on the back, so Papa helped him out and put it in his shirt. On the backside. Oh the giggles that happened….
This is one very proud little boy, who learned how to steer, stop and go, and just drive around the yard with “freedom”. He’s been working on this for a bit, and psst…it’s a good thing, because his Birthday is coming up and he is going to FLIP out when he sees what he’s getting.
Spending the evening with him was a blast. From writing on the sidewalk and showing Papa the game he and I made. He was so proud, it made me just smile. He finally got Papa to take his drink out of his shirt. And then headed for a bath, and some ice cream.
Fast forward to the next day, and after taking care of Momma, I went and scooped him up (I would have taken pictures, but, uhm…Camsgranny is a little NOT techno savvy and she killed the batteries on the camera the night before).
I took Cam-man to the Park and seriously giggled a bunch. Cam loves the park, and his Momma passed by us and she honked 3 times while going by, and Cam stopped and waved. He was thrilled to be there and ride the swing, go down the slide and made Camsgranny climb the slide backwards to allow him to skip the puddle and slide down. (Guess you had to be there to truly appreciate THAT statement).
We arrived home, and rode the Batmobile again, although, Cam’s Daddy surprised us and showed up early, but the Fisher Dude and I sat and watched Cam ride. The Fisher dude was a proud Daddy, while watching Cam ride through yard. We both cracked up after Cam stopped and “did an oil change and aired up his tires”.
The Electrician and the Fisher dude, put the “topper” back on the Electrician’s beloved S-10 truck, with Cam “helping” of course. We sent Cam and his Daddy on their way with some pulled pork BBQ that I had made (I cooked that stuff for 2 days and it was the BOMB). The Electrician and I settled down after 2 nights of Cam-Man in our house.
Today, with Momma was….a suprise, and a Blessing. Wherever she has been, she is back. The Farmer came in while I gave her a bath, and was talking to her. The Farmer cracked a joke, and while I would like to share it, it was of a risqué nature, so I won’t, but it sure brought a big old giggle to Momma.
Momma practically danced on her way out to the front room, and she was THERE. That made such a difference after the past couple of days. Sometimes this journey is a roller coaster ride, you never know whether to hold onto the side of your pants or just go with the flow.
I do know, that my journey is filled, and I’m loving every minute of it. I never know what’s going to happen, and my “daily routine” has been so switched up lately, I never know what to expect, but at the same token. I’m starting to think it’s a good thing.
I’m seriously tired of being sad, and I enjoy the giggles so much more. While life can throw you some curve balls, I do know that with positive attitude, and God’s grace, I am doing ok. It doesn’t hurt, though, I’ve got some guardian Angels, and they are holding my hand.
Through his eyes…..
I’ve spent a bunch of time lately with my little dude. His name is Cam-man.
This little dude is about to turn 3. He is full of questions, LOVES all things boyish, John Deere tractors, bugs, OUTSIDE, nature, and just plain everything.
He shows so much compassion at the age of “almost 3′, that truly triggers my heart.
He loves the Farmer, and the Farmer thinks it’s because of the “Big toys” he has. Cam-Man has fallen in love DEEPLY with tractors. Not sure why, but so it goes.
I can’t tell you, over the past couple of days, Cam-man has been at the Farmer’s and all’s he truly wanted was to be outside. So, with the weather cooperating, we’ve been outside. Cam has learned how to plant a plant, tomatoes, and green peppers, and played with the dirt, and ran from one end of the Farmer’s property to the other. He did have to stop halfway and say, “WOW“. He got truly excited when we passed by the fields that all of the Farmers are out planting right now. He counted the amount of tractors we have seen, and was trying to count the fingers. On the way home today, he gave up and fell asleep at 15.
When people ask me, how I deal with everything I deal with, I simply say look at this picture,
Because truly a picture is worth 1000 words.
Whenever I see Cam and Momma together, it makes my heart burst. This little dude has had a hard time recognizing who I am, much less the people I bring him to. I have since been renamed, to “Jo” simply because that is what his Momma calls me and he feels comfortable with this. He knows my Dad is his “Papa Dan” and my Mom is ‘Grandma Jo’s Momma”.
When I truly sit down and think about it, he is teaching me things. It must be confusing for a kid, to have THAT many Grandparents’s, but Cam’s dealing with it in his own way. He tell’s me every morning, ‘We going to Papa Dan’s?” “Yes, Cam we are, and we have to take care of Grandma Annie ok?” “She’s your Mom right?” “Yes, Cam that’s my Momma ok?” “Yup”.
Cam is the light of Momma, from him telling her to “poo on the potty and NOT in her pants” cracks me up. Dude listen to your own advice ok? Cam-Man stands at the front of Momma’s bed everyday when I give her a bath, and her and Cam carry on like nothing, talking back and forth, it makes me giggle.
But what I have truly realized, between the banter they carry on, they are both helping each other in a way. Whenever it is time for Momma to take those steps into the other room, Cam sits on her walker, and gives her encouragement the whole way. he tells her “put your foot down” to “breathe, we are almost there”.
Who knew an almost 3-year-old had that kind of power, especially when his main love is “Buzz light year, and John Deere tractors?”
I’ve said this from the beginning and I will say it forever, the “new” and the “old” have so much in commen, now if they could both just poo on the potty I would be so much happier…..
Attitude, and then some….
I have noticed lately, that Momma has some “tude“. Some of it is good, some, not so good. While I understand, that Momma is not “Momma” in a sense, we are trying to find a balance that works.
To the Farmer, before I get into this, I’m sorry if I have “broken” our code, but sometimes, you need to share with other’s, things that you are dealing with, for other’s that are dealing with this thing called Parkinson’s.
I’ve been reluctant to talk about it, because we are dealing with “new things”, and we are still trying to find our own way through this thing called Parkinson’s. But I had kind of moment today, call it frustration, call it AHA, call it, someone please explain this to me, or just one of those over all moments, when you facepalm your head and say, What the Heck.
I have to back up the trolley for a second and let you all in on yesterday. We changed up Momma’s schedule yesterday, and while we thought it would not make a difference, it did. We got Momma up an hour earlier than usual, and put her to bed earlier than usual. It wasn’t a major problem, other than we had to use the wheelchair all day yesterday. Yes, I lifted Momma myself ( my back will tell you I did) (Something about a little 4’11″ roughly 115lb girl lifting her 5’7″ 138lb Momma). Momma did not walk yesterday, she tried, but it wasn’t gonna happen. Momma had a good day of sleep yesterday.
Today, Cam-man and I went in and visited with Momma a few times before we got her up. Imagine my surprise when I went into give her, her meds, and I told her “Good Morning Sunshine girl, how is my Momma today?”, she replied with “Good Morning darling, not to bad.”. All the while Cam-Man is pointing to Momma and asking me, That’s your Momma Jo?” Yes, Cam-Man it is. He smiled and grabbed her hand and then carried on a conversation with Momma, to which only he and her understood, because I was looking at both of them like “Uh, what????”.
When it came time to get Momma up, she was full of giggles and “back to normal”, after her bath, the Farmer was on the phone with one of his buddies from a long time ago, and it was one of those “Oh Shit” conversations. (plain english, one of his and momma’s friends had died)
Since the Farmer was on the phone, I decided not to disturb him, and put Momma on her porta potty by myself. While it may have taken me 2 tries, we did it. Momma latched onto me like I was the last person on earth. Cam-Man was there telling Momma, “You do it with Jo okay?”.
When the Farmer arrived, Cam-Man and Momma and me were giggling over our attempts, but when she heard the news of her friend passing, she withdrew, completely. From there it was a very hard attempt by Momma to WALK into the other room with all of our help.
MY Momma is in there, trust me, I know this. While Parkinson’s does what ever it does, she’s in there. Today, was a rare glimpse into that. I saw her fight to walk, even after I had asked her about the wheelchair, and she looked at me with spit drooling out of her mouth, because she cannot swallow I gave her a cloth and she spit it out, and told me, I WILL WALK into the other room. And folks, she did.
Wherever her mind is at, I don’t know. She see’s things that are not there, she HURTS everywhere, and sleeps probably 22 hours out of a 24 hour day. But that hour or so she is awake, sometimes is hell on wheels.
Cam-Man summed it up today, when we left the Farmer’s house. I always tell him to give the Farmer and Momma loving before we leave. Today, Momma was not quite herself, but Cam-man gave the Farmer a hug and a kiss and told him, I’ll be back. Then went up to Momma and grabbed her hand and kissed it, and looked into her eyes, and said, “I Wove you, I’ll be back, be here ok?”
After reading this, it might sound pathetic, but ya know what? It’s Parkinson’s, and we are dealing with it. We are fighters here, and even Momma is still fighting. I can only hope I can show the grace, love and dignity, when this disease robs you of all it. Momma still has all of those.
Welcome to my day….
This morning when I woke up, I was a little groggy around the edges, but managed (with the help of something called coffee), to pull myself together before a cranky little 2 1/2-year-old arrived at my house.
Now yesterday,this little dude was a little ray of sunshine….
It was a sunny day, and we played outside, did a walk of the grounds, looked at bugs, Swept off the porch, and took care of Momma. After leaving the Farmer’s house yesterday, he and I actually went to the park for about 1/2 an hour before I took him home. He did wrangle a promise out of me, though, that we could go back to the park today.
When little dude arrived today, he was…well…a little on the cranky side. After crying for a minute, I got him to calm down, and blow his Momma a kiss out of the window, and then explained a ritual that my family has.
When the Nurse pulled away from my house, she honked her horn 3 times. (short honks). I asked Cam-man if he knew what it meant. When he told me no, I told him let’s go get breakfast, and I’ll explain. After getting his cereal (which today he wanted his Papa’s cereal and not his), we sat down and I told him the story.
How when his Auntie Boo was little and his Papa used to go see her, whenever he would leave, he would always honk his horn 3 times, and it meant “I Love You”. So that every one in the family now does this when we leave each other’s house. So that when his Momma left him at my house this morning, even though she felt bad, because Cam-Man was crying and did not tell her by, she was still telling him “I Love You”. Little dude got very wide-eyed, and almost sniffled again, and told me “I love my Mom”. We had a little conversation about how maybe sometimes when he was tired, he should ALWAYS try to tell his Mom he loved her.
With all of THAT straightened out, after breakfast, he and I headed to the park this morning, because it was supposed to start raining soon. We hung out and did some hard playing for about 30 minutes, and then headed to the Farmer’s. We had quite the conversation in the car, and I realised, that sometimes, the best conversations, are with younger people, who are looking for answers, and in a way they understand them.
We arrived at the Farmer’s right before the rain, and little dude was happily playing at being a pirate. The Farmer had to run out and do a couple of errands, so Cam and I checked on Momma several times, and she was a little snoozy today, so we let her snooze.
Cam and I did the things we do, and he is such a good helper, he loves to sweep, and also to take out the trash. I did have to laugh though because we found a new game, where he walks up my body and then stands on my shoulders. He even told the Farmer “Look Pawpaw, I’m tall”.
It was time for me to go in and get Momma up for the day, and little dude decided to go into pirate mode, and come in and “scare” Momma and me. I think he got a little nervous, when momma growled back at him, so he went into the front room to “growl” at the Farmer.
Now I really do have to pause here for a second and let you know, that the 78-year-old Farmer can “growl” with the best of them, and Momma and I were in fits of giggles in the bedroom over the 2 in the front room, being pirates. At one point, Momma stated “cheekiness at it’s best”, when I asked her who was being “cheeky” she told me, both of them.
Cam did not want to let go of the Farmer and actually had him in a “love hold”, when I came out to get the Farmer, to help me with Momma. Cam grabbed his “B” (blanket) and went and sat in the chair and watched us get Momma up.
Momma did pretty good today, and actually got a neck and back massage by me first and then Cam. She was so totally relaxed, she went back to sleep in her chair. Cam and I packed up and headed out. When we were leaving the driveway though, Cam shouted to me “honk, honk, honk”. I didn’t get what he was saying, until I had driven off, and he brought to my attention, that I don’t honk when leaving the Farmer’s house, and maybe I should.
When we got the Nurse’s house, he did not want to be there, he wanted to go to my house and see his “Papa“. After talking to him, and giving him my hat, he seemed ok, and as I was getting ready to leave, his Dad showed up, and he was happily playing in the garage with his Dad. (This kid is ALL boy).
When I went to back up, I looked at Cam and he was waving at me, so I honked 3 times, and that little kid, blew me a kiss.
My lesson today, you ask? Sometimes I take things for granted and also, as just the norm. I’ve decided that when I leave the Farmer’s house from now on, I will carry on the tradition of honking 3 times, just to let the Farmer and Momma know, that even though I do not say it enough, I Love them.
This little dude is teaching me, as I am teaching him. I think sometimes we are both learning together. But I’m serious when I say, I never knew the Farmer could be THAT loud when playing, nor did I know Momma could growl like a perfect pirate.
Thank you to the Nurse for giving me her gift….I think he is truly cherished by the Farmer, (who states, I kinda like that kid), to Momma who says “cheeky little dude, but my buddy”, to me, who Thanks God for him, and all he has brought me and my parents.
Troubled…and heart-broken….
Camsgranny is troubled…. She has had some awesome days with Cam-Man and momma. But today when she arrived home, and checked her e-mail and other stuff, She carried on. Nothing new here…..
I had just finished doing a warm-up meal ( food out of the fridge that was saved for day’s like this), when my phone rang, it was from one of my fellow bloggers, that I’ve known for about a year.
Her journey is similar to mine to an extent. While I care for Momma, she cares for her brother….It broke my heart, at what she told me. The desperation in her voice, hurt me. While I tried to give her comfort, I knew in my heart what the new, news means.
I can’t make it all better, I could not even try, the only thing I can give her is my experience over what I’ve dealt with. It does not even reach what she is dealing with.
It’s hard this road I travel. I don’t just deal with Momma, I deal with other people and their journey too. Maybe I am to empathetic over not only my own struggles but other people’s as well.
My Biggest concern today? And trust me it might change at any given time….BRING awareness into other people’s lives. I’ve had a good long time to get prepared for what Parkinson’s will bring us, other people might not.
The biggest thing? Parkinson‘s will attack you and take from you what you are not willing to give. Us? The Caretaker‘s of our family members….we sit back and try to make the person affected with this nasty disease, feel comfortable and do the best with what we know. But…we don’t know a lot…..
While Parkinson’s might not affect you, it does affect a bunch more people than you would like to think, Let’s be there for them?
I typed this last night, and I saved it, obviously for a reason…. Sometimes, I type out my story on this keyboard, just to let my emotions out. It’s been my saving grace so to speak.
I’m worried tonite folks…Momma is battling a cold which could turn into pneumonia at any time. That is one of the front-runners of killing a parks person. My beloved Nurse, came over today to “check” Momma out, the prognosis was good at this moment. I think we all fear the same thing.
But the fear itself is only selfishness on our part, by wanting to keep our loved one’s here. At what price? I probably should not post this, simply for the fact, I’m open and my heart is ready to be tromped….Please let us dodge this bullet for the time being, because honestly….I’m not ready to let go….
I was not going to post this, I have been working on it all week. I used to post on my blog everyday. It helped me to release some of the feelings I have. But I have found recently, with events changing, I can’t put out there what I used to. It is to personal for me. The Farmer reads my blog, and he is dealing with everything that I am, if not more.
I have found through my journey, and it’s not over, but I have become aware of a bunch of different things. I used to sail through life, not giving much attention to things, that didn’t really affect me. My eyes have been opened to so much, and I have felt more emotion in the past 3 years, than I could ever begin to describe. My journey has changed me as a person.
I think it has changed me for the better. I do not judge ANYONE anymore, I have learned it is not my place. I have also learned, compassion. I have also learned that Parkinson’s affects more people than even I realized, and if talking about it, helps one person, than I am helping. In some small way, I’ve helped.
Momma is ok today. The cold has not turned into pneumonia. The Nurse has helped me learn a bunch of new things, and if they help Momma, I’m all for it.
While I will tell you, I will try to post more often, I sometimes hesitate, simply because, it’s real, it’s emotional, and sometimes….it hurts to open yourself up that much.
I’m still alive……
Well hello to y’all. While it may have seemed like I have fallen off the face of the earth and left y’all hanging on my Vacation journey, I’m still here. Just going through some changes in my life, and also busier than a fart in a whirlwind.
After starting my blog and doing the “post a day” for 2 years, I think my writing “mojo” went somewhere for a while. I’m still trying to find it.
Let me catch you up on some “stuff” since I’ve been back. Apparently, while I was gone on my trip, Momma had some “not so good days”. Since I have been back, she has still had some, not so good days. She has cheered up a bit, and become ‘chatty” again, to an extent.
When I first started my blog, I also watched my Grandson, Cam-Man, somewhere along the way, I stopped watching him on a daily basis, due to his parents having different schedules, and they didn’t need me. The weekend after I arrived home from my vacation, I got a note stating the following: Going to need some Grandma watching action this week. Mon-Thur. Let me know if you are up for it. Hehehe, does a duck like water?
So, things kind of are like they used to be, with the exception of the fact, Cam-man is no longer a baby, or just barely walking. He is now a full-blown 2, almost 3-year-old, who walks, talks and is a little person. The funny thing to me, is Monday morning when Cam-man arrived and after feeding him breakfast, we left for the Farmer’s, Cam-Man remembered the routine.
We arrived at the Farmer’s and Cam-Man swaggered into the place, and gave his “Farmer-Papa” a big hug, remembered where his toys were and then “helped” me make breakfast. Cam-man remembered about the laundry, and the routine we shared. The only difference now, is he walks downstairs and counts them as he goes, and then puts the laundry soap in the washer and turns it on. It’s been about 8-12 months since this kid has followed this routine, and he fell right into it, like he had not missed a day.
When it was time to get Momma up, Cam-man helped pick out her clothes and talked to Momma the whole time, and the smile on her face, lit me up. He sat on the bed, while she was on the potty, and had to inspect it after she was done,then holding his nose, he stated “pewee”, and then told her “good job”, when she was finished.
I have realised something through the experience of watching the Grandson, and Momma together, that they both “connect” with each other. The make each other smile, and it’s fun to watch.
On Monday, Momma had an appointment with the Doctor, and due to circumstances, it was just the Farmer and I and Cam-man, to get Momma to the Doctor. I was a little nervous, but I got Momma in and out of the car by myself, and was pretty proud of that fact. The Farmer probably felt like a chauffeur, because Cam-man’s car seat, with Cam in it, me in the middle and Momma on the other side rode in the back seat, and the Farmer drove. Cam and Momma kept the conversation going, and Cam and Momma held hands.
While at the Doctor’s I was pretty proud of both of them. Cam-man for behaving so well, and Momma for not being scared, especially of a new Doctor. Momma has been scheduled for surgery to have her g-tube replaced, due to the old one being in some pretty nasty shape. Cam-man grabbed a couple of suckers from the Doctor’s office and wanted to give Momma one, because she was good. Unfortunately, Momma could not have it.
Thursday was a pretty fun day too, simply because it had snowed the day before and the snow at the Farmer’s was “untouched” so to speak. When we pulled up to the Farmer’s, Cam-man had to walk up the wheelchair ramp, because it was crisp clean snow. Those little footprints totally cracked me up. We went inside and did the stuff we do. Then, just before we went into get Momma up, I gave in, and Cam-Man and I went outside all bundled up and made a snowman in the Farmer’s back yard. Cam was so pleased, he went in and got Farmer Papa to come look.
Friday, Momma was in a rare mood and full of giggles and sunshine, but was a little sad, her Cam-Man wasn’t there. She told me “I miss that little guy”. Momma has perked up this week. I think that he may be a “particular type of therapy”, she may need.
Hope y’all are doing well. I’ve missed writing, and while I can honestly say, I won’t be doing it as much as I used to, I will keep y’all updated. Life is semi good in my hood.
Snarkiness cured….
As usual, when I have a snarky day, the next day is better than the average. Today rated right up there.
I woke up early and did a load of laundry before even leaving home. Got busy and headed over to the Farmer’s. First thing there, I made a cup of coffee, and then went in to chat with the Farmer. We have kind of gotten away from this little “morning routine”, and I have missed it. We chatted for a bit and then I went in to start making breakfast. The “girls” followed me into the kitchen and sat waiting for a little piece of bacon. I put it in the pan and turned it low.
I had gone back to the Farmer’s den and told him, we needed to order some more supplies for Momma. So, the Farmer logged onto his internet, and then we figured we would need his little “password book”. Both of us started searching, while I say this as generally as possible, Dad, your room is a friggin mess. I ran back to the kitchen and realized, uhm…oops, I burned the bacon. I salvaged what I could, turned off the pan and then went back to Dad’s room to search. I finally found it, and both of us were giggling, because it was in a place, that…well, no one would have thought of.
I went back to the kitchen, re-made some bacon, gave the “girl’s” a piece each, finished up breakfast, and then did the dishes. I went back to grab the Farmer’s plate and he was staring at some ad that was in with his phone bill. You see, the Farmer has internet, but it is “dial-up”. I have been bugging him to get wi-fi or at least high-speed internet, but because he lives in the boonies, it isn’t available unless you want to pay major $$$ for it.
Well, we called. The Farmer let me handle the phone call, the reason being is because I know more about it. The true reason? The Farmer does not hear as well, as he likes everyone to think he does. After I explained that I was the Farmer’s daughter, and he was sitting right next to me and we wanted to pull his internet into the 21st century, the dude at the phone company bent over to help us.
Long story short, with quite a few giggles between the Farmer, Mark the service dude and I, the Farmer is getting high-speed internet, AND saving money in the process. WOOHOO!!! We have set up the date for them to come install it, and the Farmer was advised by both the service dude Mark, AND myself, he has to clean his room though.
After all of this was accomplished, I went in and checked on Momma and asked her if she was ready to get up, to which the reply was “Well…do you think I should get up now, or should I sleep some more?” ”Well Momma, it doesn’t matter to me if you want to sleep a bit longer, or you want to get up now, how do YOU feel about it?” ”Come back in a bit ok?”. I had to giggle, simply for the fact, after I told her she could stay in bed, she grabbed Mr. Teddy and snuggled further down in the pillows and was asleep before I had even left the room.
I got all Momma’s laundry together and started that, and then waited about 30 minutes and then started getting all of her bath and other stuff ready. I was going to wash her hair today. I went in and snapped up her window shades, and told her “Hey pretty lady, how about we give your hair a good old scrubbing?”. Just waiting for 30 minutes made all the difference.
I got her all ready, and proceeded to wrap her up in a towel, put the plastic over her and then started to wash her hair. By the way, the 2 bucket method works really good. I managed to scrub her hair, and not drown her, along with not getting one inch of the bed wet either. We finished up her bath and got her dressed and we went for the regular “walk about”.
We have a semi new routine these days. As soon as Momma hits her chair and has her box of kleenex and her wash rag and the daily paper in front of her, she demands orange juice on her mouth swab. I will admit, the past few days we have stretched the limits and Momma has been able to swallow 2 teaspoons of hot tea, and she is also asking for the orange sherbet again. I did advise the orange sherbet was only for special occasions though.
After finishing up at the Farmer’s, I drove home. I went the back was as usual, and then as I passed the Nursing Student‘s house, I thought briefly about stopping. I kept going and made it down the street and then turned around. The garage door was open, so I parked and went in through the garage. I knocked on the door, because I thought it was locked. Cam-Man saw me and started yelling, the Fisher dude poked his head around the corner and yelled at me to come in.
Cam-Man was very happy to see me and got a little excited. He hugged me and asked about his Papa. So, I told Cam-man he had to ask his Momma if he could go home with me for a few hours and she could come get him. When his Momma said yes, but only if he picked up his toys first. Lil dude started picking up all of his toys and putting them back into his room in the toy box. He then got his shoes and jacket and down the road he and I went.
When we arrived at my house, we pulled up to the mailbox, and found out that there was a package to be delivered, but we had to go to the post office to pick it up. I asked Cam-Man if he had ever been to the post office, to which he said “no”, so off we went. To get to the post office in my town you have to go by the park, and Cam KNOWS the park. It was too cute at the Post office though, because the mail lady asked Cam if he knew what we were here for, when he replied “Mail, and Papa’s package”, we all busted up.
After finally arriving at my home, at first Cam-man was upset because his beloved Papa was not here, but he got really excited when he found out we had to make cookies for Papa.
Lil’ Dude helped me with the cracking of the eggs, measuring the ingredients and using the mixer. He watched as they came out of the oven, and didn’t even get upset when he found out he would have to wait until Papa got home before he could eat one.
When Papa pulled up in the driveway, Lil dude was in the window waving and screaming at his Papa to hurry up. The reunion was made, and cookies were eaten. The snarkiness is gone.
A Cast – No Problem…
For those of you that read my blog, y’all know that my lil’ Cam-man has a broken leg. If not read the post “Freak me out Monday”. While it was a traumatic experience for his parents, brother, and us, Cam-Man seems to be adjusting quite nicely. 
With the help of his brother Brayden boy. It appears that nothing will slow this kid down.
He has stood up on his cast, and also figured out how to slide on the floor on his butt to get to where he is going.
He is still getting into adventures, and I really don’t think anything will slow this kid down. I haven’t seen much of him this past week, as every time I went to the Nursing student’s house, the kids were napping. (sigh). I was however successful in watching them sleep and being able to actually see them, instead of the normal blur as they run by.
The Nursing student and Fisher dude with the kids went to a party this past weekend, and they were nice enough to send pictures.
While this may not actually be what happened, this is my story that I’ve written knowing the both of the Grankids.
Hey y’all, I’m here!!!! It’s time to start the party, “Hey Dad put me down I got this!”
Uhm, ruh roh, I guess my head is still a little big, I think I’m stuck…
Are you telling me Cam is stuck again, Really? Hey, can you get me a drink pwease?
How can you resist my cute little face? Although I may get myself into some funny situations, I’m growing up to be a heart-breaker..:)
But this one is my Grandma’s favorite. Or maybe this one, who knows. I called my Papa and told him I missed him and then I told Grandma “I Love you TOO!!!” I get to spend some time with Papa and Grandma this week. I can’t wait!
Weekly photo challenge “Close”
A Grandmother and Grandson, playing peek-a-boo. To me, this is close.
