Easy LIke Saturday Morning

It’s Saturday morning and I am sitting in the beauty and quiet of my living room. I not only survived my excursion into insane babysitting…I did pretty well. Of course it helped that all three of the darlings took a nice long nap at the same time!

A couple months ago, while on one of my shopping sprees at my favorite shop (aka Goodwill) I found a Little Tikes car for Pnel to tool around in while she was here. It was way cool, with a sun roof, doors that opened and closed, and a woody panel down the side. And I only paid $4 for it! I pulled it of the garage for her and she was in toy heaven during the visit. I sat out with her on Wednesday evening and she had a ball. The biggest trouble we had was getting her to come in at bedtime.

Thursday night after they left I had called Beth out to the garage so she could smell the honeysuckle—it’s breathtakingly wonderful! I was also putting Pnels’ car away when I got distracted and caught my fingers in the door. I didn’t break the skin, and fortunately it doesn’t look like I’ll have nasty black and blue blood blisters. My middle finger and ring finger are still a bit numb (makes typing feel kinda funny). Yesterday at work I had to do a job where I could avoid putting pressure on those two fingers.

Nelson has been making some great strides. He cooked dinner all week. It was sooooooo nice! He’s such a good and creative cook. Yesterday after I got home from work he drove to the nearby town and did some more grocery shopping—by himself! I’m very proud of him. Oh, and this week he did something really major. When we lived in Kansas City (87-91), Nelson had a baseball card shop. Over the years he’s been selling it off. A major portion of it went in the bankruptcy auction. Anyway, this week, he sold another sizeable portion, including a chunk of what he had been keeping as his personal collection. It was a sacrifice, but he made it. He’s just an amazing man.

This morning we’re going garage saling. We used to do this a lot. Nelson loves to get a bargain. We’ll probably buy lots for the little ones—that’s the fun part of being a grandparent.