Just loving it

Don't you just love it when someone tells you that you are the greatest.
Well, that is happening to me and it feels wonderful. I'm still looking after the boys, my grandsons, and although they keep me busy they are great for the self-esteem. There is nothing better then when they put their little arms around me and say "Grandma you are the greatest grandma ever." What's funny is that I don't have to even do much of anything, just make them feel good. Like make their sandwich, which they think at that moment is their favorite, or tuck them in at night and sing that little lullaby that their Mom sings to them. I get the words wrong but they tell me how great I did even though it wasn't quite the same as Mom's. I think one of my biggest smiles came when I got the movie to work in the van. (For me quite a feat seeings that I am electronically challenged.) Or the playstation turned on with the multiple remotes. (It's acually is a little embarrassing to have to ask my 5 year old grandson to show me how and he can do it.) Anyway, it is doing my heart good to feel so loved.

I know that this is one of those short lived things. They will grow and natually they will then marvel at how I will continue to manage in this world with the little I am able to do. They may even worry if I'll be able to get the TV turned on or figure the stereo out. ( Now I know that if my sons are reading this they are thinking "she can't do that now". And I know your right, but although I'm slow I still eventually get it. So enough out of you two. LOL) They will wonder how I manage without a blackberry or what ever they're called. And wonder why I don't get an updated cell phone, if they even exist by then. This is the cirle of life and although I'm not looking forward it, it will happen and all to soon.

But, for now, I just wanted to let you know that for the last couple of days and maybe still another few I am "the greatest grandma" for this little world and I'm loving it.

Who's been sleeping in my bed?

One of the things that I love is when I climb into bed and my body can't absorb the goodness of the sheets and my pillow smells so good it makes me sigh!. I lay there and rub my legs across the sheets and almost giggle with how good they feel. This is the perfect state in which to experience a bed. Of course, all of this can only take place when there is enough room.

Like most couples my hubby and I sleep together, he is usually in bed before me, so in order for me to experience the euphoria of my bed I have to enjoy it after he heads off to work at the wee hours of the morning. When he heads off I often hug his pillow and enjoy the feel of the bed and the opportunity to sprawl out.

Well, as you know we are looking after the boys and with them missing their Mom they are often finding their way into our bed. (This is something that as a grandma I love.)

This morning I got to experience more love than I could handle when at 6:30a.m., just after my hubby closed the door on his way to work I hear the baby cry. I thought if I just take him to bed with me then maybe he won't wake the other two. The joke turned out to be on me and within 5 mins. I found myself with a bed full of bodies and there was not much sleep going on. In fact there was alot of laughter and jostling from the little bodies that thought it was funny to try and be in one bed together. At least I'm assuming that was what was going through their minds seeings that not much dialogue was going on. The youngest was giggling away and that got the other two going. Well it didn't take long for me to find myself up getting breakfast. As a matter of fact, being the great grandma that I am I decided to get them watching TV and being quiet so that I could enjoy my bed. ( Their Mom has told me on occasion that she does this.) I'm not sure where I went wrong but they had their tummies full and their glass of chocolate milk (I am a grandma), I just nicely got back to my bed, got almost to the sigh and I hear "Grandma, Kolton is in my chair and won't get out." I'm thinking "what part of quietly watch TV did I miss". After sorting that out I climb back in bed, rub my leg across the sheets and think ahhh! this is the life. Then I hear "Grandma I want to lay in here with you."

So, here I am blogging, at just after 8:00 a.m., about my need for the comfort of my bed. It's the next best thing.

By the way, every morning as the door closes from my hubby on his way to work I find my bed filling with little bodies that steel my heart. So, I guess that for the next 7 sleeps or so it will be an adventure to see who will be sleeping in my bed?

Out of the mouth of babes

This week I am babysitting my 3 grandsons. It has been a very interesting time and I can now appreciate the funny things that Shauna tells me about the boys, especially when they are talking amongst themselves. This is the conversation that happened a couple of days ago.

The boys parents are away for 12 days and we are in day #3, on our way to church, running a little ahead of schedule and so have to kill some time in the van. Benen is feeling sad that his Mom is not around and is shedding tears, so Connor the older brother decides that he will console Benen.
The conversation went like this:

Benen: "I want my Mom."
Connor: "It's okay Benen, Mommy is on a trip"
Benen (sobbing): "I need my Mom"
Connor: "It's okay, Mommy is in Costa Rica on a holiday"
Benen continues to sob and Connor is starting to feel a little sad.
Connor: "It's okay Benen. I'll share my treasures with you, okay?"
Benen: "Your treasures? Okay."
Connor: "Yeah my treasures. They are Mom and Dad and Kolten and you. Those are my treasures."

Isn't life like that, it's "out of the mouth of babes" that we are often reminded what is most important in life. Our best treasures.

Make sure you take some time today to appreciate you greatest treasures.