Death and Kids

Last May, my grandchildren's paternal grandfather died. Over the last year they have had numerous visits to his home and watched their parents and aunt sort through the household items and personal affects. They have witnessed many conversations on where and to whom things should go.

 One day I was in my bedroom and my granddaughter at 2, spied my necklaces hanging on a rack. I took them down for her to look at. My 7 year old grandson ran in and called to his 5 year old brother. "Domi, come here. Antonia, look at the necklaces. Pick out what you want for after Monya dies!"

Don't Forget Your Shoes

The grandkids and I went shopping for school supplies on Friday. I offered to take them out for breakfast, but since they think I make the best eggs, they opted to eat here.

 Getting three kids, street ready a

nd presentable, took some time but we were finally ready to head out. Karl, 7, set the lock on the door. They all grabbed a bottle of water, and while I was hunting for their shoes, I commented, "We can't forget your shoes. Where are they?" "In the car," the boys chorused. That's when Antonia pointed and ran into the livingroom. I followed to see her picking up her sandals. Pretty smart for 2. 

We hustled out, I closed the door, and began to load them into the car, adjusting car seats as needed. I tossed my purse into the front seat and looked down, no shoes. Pretty inept for 54.

Swing Set Hazards

Russ assembled a swing set for the grandkids this past Saturday. It took four hours due to the wrong placement of bars, numerous small parts, and the occasional scramble looking for loose washers. 

The kids loved it and before it was totally assembled, they already manned the swings. 

The wildest part was the notice of warnings that was to be posted on the top cross bar. Seriously, they didn't want kids to stand on, jump off, or hang over swings. 

 It's like expecting a newborn to stay dry. Anyway, it provided great material for my column for the Herald this week.