The Gentle Giant and I are grandparents. Having grandkids keeps you young, or at least it is turning out to be true for me!
Today, Martin had to:
1. Get an immunity shot
2. Take Eli to the dentist
3. Take Jaybird to get a physical
4. Take Jacob to swimming practice
5. Take Eli and Sissy to the airport to go and visit Aaron in Chicago
This meant that I was alone all day with Little Joe. Little Joe is no problem, but he is a baby, one who is crawling like a cockroach and hard to keep up with!
Little Joe and I baked bread, baked muffins, did the laundry, cleaned the house and played. Everything was going well, until suddenly, early in the afternoon, the cat was able to get up on the cookie jar shelf that is about 8 feet up. He picked his way along the cookie jars, and I had a heart attack! When he got near to the end with no way to get down, I decided that I had to help him. I got up on the couch and reached for him, but he backed away, moving a cookie jar to the edge. He then knocked a lid off another and stepped inside it, so that one back leg was in the cookie jar and the others out. I knew if he kicked his leg, that cookie jar was history, so I tried again to help him down. Bless his heart, he nimbly leapt from the shelf soaring onto the couch, giving me a look that said, "maybe I should help you get down!"
It was at this time that I decided to bake some banana muffins. I mixed them up in the kitchen aide and put them in the oven. When the timer went off, I went to the oven, but then I heard a sloppy crash. Little Joe had knocked off a jar of apple butter from the bakers rack and was sitting in apple butter and broken glass. I lifted him up, checked him out, and saw that he had not been hurt. It wasn't until I washed all the apple butter off of him that I saw a small cut on his knee. It was not serious, but I felt bad. I decided that I would have to better "baby proof" the house. I set him in his high chair, and cleaned up the mess, making sure I got all the glass. Fortunately, apple butter keeps the glass pretty close, so I didn't have a huge difficulty. Oh gosh! The muffins! I yanked open the oven door, and saw that they were just a bit brown. That's okay. The bus came and I got Jacob and Kayliegh off. Kayleigh asked for a snack, and Jacob took little Joe out of the high chair. I was putting another batch of muffins in the oven, when I heard a huge, CRASH! When Jacob picked up Little Joe, Little Joe grabbed a glass jar from the baker's rack that was filled with scrabble tiles and it shattered, and I mean shattered, all over the kitchen floor. I uttered a profanity, the kids were surprised, and Jacob thought I was mad with him. I assurred that I was not, apologized for my language, told the kids to go watch TV and take the baby, and with a huge sigh, once again began to clean up glass.
It was everywhere, under everything, and all over the place. I swept and swept. I finally thought I had gotten it all, but no, there was some glass clear across into the living room. Our entire house is tiled, so that glass could really sail. I had to get out the big dust mop and go over all the floors near the kitchen. Little Joe started fussing for a bottle. I warmed one up, and wondered at the smell coming from the kitchen. Oh gosh, the muffins! Once again, I got there just in time. I took the bottle into the bedroom and fed Little Joe, and he decided that it wasn't enough. I had to rock him to calm him down, and the phone rang. It was the Gentle Giant. Before he could say anything, I said, "COME HOME NOW!" He said "I'm not going to ask. I'll be home in just a minute. Do you want a drink?" I almost said, "yes, and make sure it is a stiff one", but I just asked him for a cold soda. I collapsed into the recliner in my room, and heard someone in the living room. Shoot. Company. Great. But it turned out that it was great, because it was Nanamee coming to see Little Joe. Hallelujah! Kayliegh's mama came and got her, Jacob went to swimming, Eli was home with his mama getting ready for the trip and Nanamee had Little Joe! Next thing I knew, Martin asked if I wanted to go with them to the airport, and Nanamee said she would keep Little Joe so that I could go. I got dressed really fast, and we were off. Sissy even bought dinner for us! We dropped Sissy and Eli off at the airport and came home to peace and quiet. I am now going to bed, happy as a clam. Yes, grandchildren do keep you young. Thank goodness!
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