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Last week was pretty uneventful...
The trip to the park was an event. It took about ten minutes to herd the kids a hundred feet away from the car to a tree. Sally sat on her lunch and had smashed banana all over her rear for the rest of the day. I was half nervous, half excited at the possibility that a duck might see the banana as an alternative to bread and take a bite. No such luck. Jameson spent two hours trying to chase the ducks up trees, despite suggestions to, you know, NOT. I had to run back to my car for a sec and left the three kids on the blanket and took the baby. When I looked back, some guy was talking to the kids. Freaked me out. I practically sprinted back. I guess he was asking them if they wanted to pat his dog. Go away, dude. Just go away.
My grandmother's the same. She barely eats now. She'll eat some crackers and a bite of a sandwich the entire day. But I saw her yesterday and she had a huge piece of strawberry pie, so yay. It's really hard to see her so unhappy. When she asks to go home (even though she's lived there for over fifty years) my aunts take her out and drive around for a few minutes, and then drive back. She'll remember her house for a little while, but then she'll forget again and get really upset that she's a "prisoner in some house" that isn't hers. My sisters, my father and I went over for a while a couple of weeks back and somehow we got to talking about the waterslide that my father took me on. I was like, twelve, and he pointed to a nice swirly waterslide, but when we got to the top, I realized that the one we were in line for was actually the kind that went straight down. Oh my gosh I thought I was going to pass out. But anyways, I got a really bad wedgie when my father finally pried my fingers off of the bars and pushed me down. And Dad had to repeat it to Grammie a few times because everyone was laughing (even though EVERYONE gets a wedgie on Geronimo) and she was all 'well I WISH I knew what was so funny because I like to laugh, TOO!' And when she finally got it, she shook her head and was like 'shame on you, Meg. Shame...on...YOU'. She was VERY upset by it. Haha she's so crabby.
I went to my cousins' daughter's christening yesterday. Their two kids are SPOILED. Thank goodness it was a private christening and wasn't in the middle of a mass because the parish would've been horrified. Thomas yelled and jumped around and gave my sisters nasty glares the entire time. When we all went up to the baptismal font, Gena threw the plate used to pour the water on her forehead into the water, so Tommy had to roll up his sleeves and go fishing for it. Thomas started jumping up and down and growling that he wanted fruit snacks. Gena started screaming every time the priest even looked at her. I was half hoping that Thomas would jump into the font because, whatever, the baptism had already turned into a circus at that point. And my father was making loud, inappropriate comments as usual...'oh, she hates him!' 'Stay away from her, she might bite you' Dad...no. Shhhh.
My aunt's a wicked sweetheart and bought me a digital camera so I can start posting pictures of the kids (oh my gosh the baby's a spoiled brat but she's SO cute), I bought a bunch of bathing suits from Delia's on clearance which rocks, I'm taking all four kids to the children's museum today and I'm DREADING it, aaand...Matt proposed to me Saturday night and so we're getting married. Okay, I guess that's it. The end.
The trip to the park was an event. It took about ten minutes to herd the kids a hundred feet away from the car to a tree. Sally sat on her lunch and had smashed banana all over her rear for the rest of the day. I was half nervous, half excited at the possibility that a duck might see the banana as an alternative to bread and take a bite. No such luck. Jameson spent two hours trying to chase the ducks up trees, despite suggestions to, you know, NOT. I had to run back to my car for a sec and left the three kids on the blanket and took the baby. When I looked back, some guy was talking to the kids. Freaked me out. I practically sprinted back. I guess he was asking them if they wanted to pat his dog. Go away, dude. Just go away.
My grandmother's the same. She barely eats now. She'll eat some crackers and a bite of a sandwich the entire day. But I saw her yesterday and she had a huge piece of strawberry pie, so yay. It's really hard to see her so unhappy. When she asks to go home (even though she's lived there for over fifty years) my aunts take her out and drive around for a few minutes, and then drive back. She'll remember her house for a little while, but then she'll forget again and get really upset that she's a "prisoner in some house" that isn't hers. My sisters, my father and I went over for a while a couple of weeks back and somehow we got to talking about the waterslide that my father took me on. I was like, twelve, and he pointed to a nice swirly waterslide, but when we got to the top, I realized that the one we were in line for was actually the kind that went straight down. Oh my gosh I thought I was going to pass out. But anyways, I got a really bad wedgie when my father finally pried my fingers off of the bars and pushed me down. And Dad had to repeat it to Grammie a few times because everyone was laughing (even though EVERYONE gets a wedgie on Geronimo) and she was all 'well I WISH I knew what was so funny because I like to laugh, TOO!' And when she finally got it, she shook her head and was like 'shame on you, Meg. Shame...on...YOU'. She was VERY upset by it. Haha she's so crabby.
I went to my cousins' daughter's christening yesterday. Their two kids are SPOILED. Thank goodness it was a private christening and wasn't in the middle of a mass because the parish would've been horrified. Thomas yelled and jumped around and gave my sisters nasty glares the entire time. When we all went up to the baptismal font, Gena threw the plate used to pour the water on her forehead into the water, so Tommy had to roll up his sleeves and go fishing for it. Thomas started jumping up and down and growling that he wanted fruit snacks. Gena started screaming every time the priest even looked at her. I was half hoping that Thomas would jump into the font because, whatever, the baptism had already turned into a circus at that point. And my father was making loud, inappropriate comments as usual...'oh, she hates him!' 'Stay away from her, she might bite you' Dad...no. Shhhh.
My aunt's a wicked sweetheart and bought me a digital camera so I can start posting pictures of the kids (oh my gosh the baby's a spoiled brat but she's SO cute), I bought a bunch of bathing suits from Delia's on clearance which rocks, I'm taking all four kids to the children's museum today and I'm DREADING it, aaand...Matt proposed to me Saturday night and so we're getting married. Okay, I guess that's it. The end.