Last week we watched Kylie and Dylan from Tuesday til Saturday while Julie took Nick to Las Vegas with family and friends for his 30th birthday. There is a reason God does not give more mature women babies and he is called DYLAN. I dearly love my little man but he is the busiest little boy I know and the most stubborn, but when I am ready to throw him across the room he will put his arm around me and say, "I love you Grandma, you are the best grandma ever" and I melt and holler at myself for even thinking negative thoughts about this angel.
Here are a few of the incidents last week:
PawPaw was going out to pick tomatoes, Dylan wanted to go, I said, "Go on and go with PawPaw." Dylan asked, "How many tomatoes should I pick?", I said, "Let PawPaw tell you how many to pick." Dylan said, "No, I can come up with a number, let me see, what number should I pick, hmmmmm, I know 3, because that is how old I am." This made him happy and he was on his way.
Kylie came up to me one evening and asked me if something was on her nose because it itched, I looked at it and said no. She started feeling her nose again and said, "Grandma, there is something on my nose because it itches, I think I have chickenpox and I need medicine." I just started laughing, where does this come from, Chickenpox??????
I had to take Dylan to the Ear, Nose and Throat (ENT) dr. to check out the fluid in his ears, this was a new dr., so Dylan didn't know what to expect. We walked into the waiting room and Dylan thought he was in heaven, it had a corner full of great toys. Dylan shouted out to me from across the room, "I told you Grandma, they would have toys." I don't remember him telling me that but in his mind, again, he was right. Now this ENT, has adult patients too, so I constantly had to tell Kylie and Dylan to hold down the sound effects they were making with the toys. Now Dylan was really enjoying these toys and I think really forgot where he was for about 20 minutes, when the nurse came out and called his name. He was completely jolted out of the toy trance and stood up and hollered, "Ohhhhh man! " Everyone rolled at his response, inside and outside the office. As he was going into the office, with his head hanging low, he was muttering, "Why, why do I have to be here." The nurse was laughing at him the whole time.
One more incident, involving PawPaw, PawPaw decided to work on his project replacing all the baseboards, he was down in the basement and Dylan decided to go down and help PawPaw, I did not stop him because it gave me a break. I know, that is mean but sometimes, the selfish part comes out of me, when it involves Dylan. Anyway, PawPaw explained to Dylan what he was doing and proceeded to take his table saw outside to cut some baseboards. Dylan saw this as an opportunity to help and went to get his hammer and started banging the h*!! out of PawPaw's newly painted baseboard. I immediately heard a scream coming from the basement, "DYLAN, NO! NO!" A few minutes later Dylan appeared rejected with his head hanging low telling me PawPaw would not let him help him. Soooo, my break was short lived.
Even though, it was very tiring, having the kids for a few days, we miss them when they are gone. It is very quiet in this house when they are gone and our laughs seem like they are only when we reminisce our experiences with our grandkids. We are truly blessed with these 5 angels.
Next Monday, we start our full time journey (instead of saying job, it is not a job, it is a journey we are taking with our angels) again, watching 4 of our grandbabies, Leah will be going to St. Gabes and will only be here on days off, we will miss her terribly, but we will see her everyday when Mary comes to pick up Charlie and Sissy. I am sure I will have more funnies once we get all 4 of our characters back on a daily basis.
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