not enough hours

not enough hours

There are not enough hours in the day — especially when life happens on top of work. 

My Momma (pesky non-neighbor #1) has had a rough few weeks with back issues. After seeing my favorite OrthoIndy doctor, she’s MUCH better but Carl (pesky non-neighbor #2) is now taking his turn with back issues. Since backs are only bad in Crothersville, I’ve driven there more times in the past two weeks than I had in the 9 months since I sold my house located just down the road from them.

I’d do just about anything for those pesky non-neighbors, as evidenced by the fact that I hit Wal-mart TWICE upon their request. I’d rather take a stick in the eye than walk through those doors, but I took one (no, TWO) for the team.

Dharma’s expression in the following photo is exactly the same as mine when a Wal-mart trip is inevitable. 

Dharma isn't sure if she's coming or going
i just LOVE that face

i just LOVE that face

There’s not another face on the planet I’d rather see than this one…

sure do love that face

Ole’ Perry isn’t far away either because he sorta’ likes hanging out with the coolest 8 year-old around too.

Colette’s silly, creative, funny and has a great singing voice. We know this because she sang “Jingle Bells” about a bajillion times this evening (yes, it’s August). My Dad used to lovingly call me “black eyes,” — usually when I was being mischievous. I don’t have anything on this little girl in that regard. 🙂 

I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating:

THIS NANA GIG IS THE BEST EVER!

i can’t wait another second

i can’t wait another second

Every grandparent thinks their grandchild is the ultimate — the very best child on the planet earth.  If you’re a grandparent, you think that… admit it. I’m no different.

I have only one. Colette/Coco is the total package (in my eyes anyway). Smart, witty, creative, and so very tender-hearted. I stopped by her house simply to pick up a cordless drill. I hugged her and listened to her animatedly tell about the craft project she was working on. She was distracted and I was too — and she didn’t realize I’d left until about 10 minutes later.

My phone rang while I was in the grocery store and her Dad asked if I was already home. I explained that I wasn’t and he asked if I would come back by. I figured they wanted me to pick something up from the store, but then heard Coco crying in the background because she didn’t get to hug me goodbye. Although it hurt my heart, I asked if I could pick her up the next day for a trip to Orange Leaf and get two hugs — it was already after 9:00 PM.  Her response, “I can’t wait another second to hug you, Nana.

I finished my shopping like it was a fire drill and promptly went to get my hug. I also got this (after pulling tabs and tearing a make-shift envelope)…

So awesome that she also got that trip to Orange Leaf the following day. 🙂

coco loves frozen yogurt

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This offering doesn’t require a title; the photo doesn’t need a preface. The image makes me snicker when I look at it. Every. Single. Time.

mom carl colette

teachers let the mules out

teachers let the mules out

Colette’s last day of school was today and she wanted to spend the night at Nana’s. Yay! With her big birthday bash coming this weekend, I ran in the house to hide gifts before she was allowed to walk in the door.

I grabbed these LED slingshot helicopter things while shopping this week just because they were on a cool display and I thought they would make another package for her to open — but I’m weak and we opened them this evening. These things are AMAZING!

last day of 1st grade

We were outside after 9:30 PM shooting them and watching them spin to the ground. Not one went on the roof or got stuck in the tree because we are expert slingshot operators. (I did forget to turn the light on once and had to search for it for at least 5 minutes.)

Growing up, Mom always had “the new set of rules” that came into play on the last day of school. Bed at a certain time and out of bed in the mornings at another. While more relaxed than our school schedule, we didn’t just get to just go to bed whenever we wanted — except when we went to Nanny’s house. Now that I’m the Nanny, I get to break the parental rules.

Colette rolled into bed around midnight and told me she’d had the best night of her whole life. 🙂 Sure do love this Nana gig.