What a wonderful five days I have had! Well. Other than the cold. It seemed like a minor cold. It hit hard the night I got there. I also managed to give that cold to my grandaughter. My daughter-in-law was coming down with it when I left. It is only a matter of time, I expect, before poor Dylan gets it too, and he is traveling next week.
So. I do feel badly about that. All I could offer was a weak "well...it's not covid. I checked." And buy the good tissues...the ones with lotion. Those two things. (Before I am chastised, let me be clear that I had dutifully notified them that I had the cold to give them the option of rescheduling. I also tested for covid.)
But we had a nice weekend. Dad and mom got date nights. Grandma got date nights with a little charmer.
It's late. I made good time coming home. I got home in time to eat, run out and vote, get a haircut, and fix our hacked netflix account, but I will leave you with grand daughter stories.
One of her favorite things is getting ready with me in the morning. She picks out my earrings, and she likes to watch me put whipped cream in my hair. I give her the tiniest dab for her hair too. We brush our teeth together. The little pipsqueak got a mischievous look on her face as she was playing with the door knob. She turned the lock and then walked out into the hall and shut the door, thinking she had locked me in the bathroom. I laughed out loud and waited for her to figure out that I was not locked in the bathroom...she was locked out of it. There was a 30 second pause. The door knob wiggled a bit. Then came a polite knock. "Ama? Could you let me in?"
This morning, she was snuffling and cantankerous. She disassembled something and then gave it to her mother to fix. Unfortunately, it was not a fixable disassembly.
She was upset by this. Her mother explained it to her in a very patient voice, that she had broken it and now she must throw it in the garbage.
Whining ensued. She is not normally a whiner, so I listened to this exchange.
Her poor mother was coming down with the cold, so I took the liberty of saying, "Hey, can you pick that up and throw it away in the garbage, and while you're at it, could you throw away your bad mood?" She pondered this with a delighted look on her face, and immediately went to the trash can to throw away the damaged toy. She put a little hand to her face, made a grabbing motion and tossed that invisible bad mood into the trash.
"Quick!" I said. "Shut the lid! We don't need that getting loose again."
I am happy to report that the bad mood stayed right in the trash where it belonged.
What a talented Granny you are! I must remember this approach to the "whinies." Linda in KansasReplyDelete
I am not even sure how it popped into my head, but she really is such a good natured kid. The idea of it tickled her to pieces. Several times, she went to the garbage can and said, "I'm going to let my bad mood out..." We would all say, "No! No! Don't do it!!!!" and recoil in mock terror. She thought it was great fun.Delete
That's a very clever way to frame it. I need to try it on myself sometimes. Sorry about the cold--ugh. I always think it's covid these days and it's often not.ReplyDelete
My son got covid for the second time, and my grand daughter got it before it was all said and done. His was two days and gone. Hers was longer, with high fevers and long afternoon naps.Delete
I must remember to throw away any bad moods with the garbage. Great tip.ReplyDelete
I'd be careful...you don't want to wind up composting your bad moods. Nothing worse than an angry vegetable garden.Delete
I shall try that tip on my Lord and Master the next time he gets an attack of the Grumps!ReplyDelete
I think that there is a maximum height. When one is taller than that, it becomes ineffective.Delete
You’re a smart old Amma, which I insist should be spelled with two m’s. 😀ReplyDelete
I'll let you and little I. work that one out. If she lets her bad mood out of the garbage, you've nobody but yourself to blame.Delete
How does one know their Netflix account has been hacked?ReplyDelete
Ed, we were signed off. When I tried to to sign in, our email address was not recognized as belong to any account. The billing is done automatically and I had the receipt from May 14th and the account was still under that e-mail. I had to call. The customer service person confirmed that the address was no longer associated with the account. I gave him the PayPal billing number, he said the account had been "taken over" and done very recently. We changed a bunch of passwords, just for entertainment.Delete
Such good child manipulation. You've done this before, haven't you. I have a cold too, with two negative Covid tests. I am so careful, I am surprised I even caught a cold.ReplyDelete
Three year olds need deft manipulation. They might be little, but they are stubborn little beings. Unless you plan on spending your life arguing, you need to be able to head off the tantrums before they start.Delete
Glad you had a good time with your granddaughter. Sweet memories!ReplyDelete
It is so wonderful. We have fun.Delete
Love the bad mood story. I must remember that one. When one of my girls was little, I mentioned how bossy she was and wondered aloud where she got that, looking pointedly at my aunt. My aunt said not to look at her, she still had her bossiness! -KellyReplyDelete
Bossy, but with a sense of humor. That works, doesn't it?Delete
Smart move! Glad that you had a good time (well, except for that free-loading cold that grabbed a ride)ReplyDelete
That part did suck big time.Delete
There are some nasty colds around but as long as they aren't covid people seem to dismiss them. Unfairly, says she who had one.ReplyDelete
This was a bad one. To be honest, if I'd have had an idea it was going to get worse, I'd have delayed my visit. It's just that I'd had mild symptoms for 2 days. I thought it was a minor cold.Delete
What a lovely way to get rid of a bad mood. Glad you had a wonderful time with her and her parents.ReplyDelete
I always have a wonderful visit. We were eating dinner and Iris was looking at me thoughtfully. She said, "I wish Ama could live here with us." Such a sweet, pure moment.Delete
That was a good way to deal with a bad mood! If only that worked in adulthood! As for the cold, well, they're just a fact of life.ReplyDelete
Iris was fascinated with the idea that she'd caught William's cold. That William gave it to me, that I gave it to her, and that she gave it to her mother.Delete