My Knight in Shining Armor

The other night, Grant came down with a stomach bug. Okay, I don't deal well with vomit. Laugh as you may...I know it's part of motherhood and I am handling those incidents better than I ever thought I could. Anyhow... The poor little guy had it bad. He woke me up crying in the middle of the night. When I went in to check on him, oh the mess I found. It was all over him, the bed, the floor and the walls. I had no choice but to bathe him. After getting him all cleaned up and comfortable as possible, I called Danny just to let him know what was going on and that we were fine. Shortly thereafter, here comes my knight in shining armor....swooshing in driving a dodge charger and wearing a black uniform and shiny badge. Oh how I love that man! God couldn't have blessed Grant with a better dad. Danny is an AWESOME dad. He helped clean up the mess in Grant's room, washed the bedding and sent me to bed. He tookover caring for Grant so I could get some sleep in order to go to work (he knew I had a busy day and didn't need to miss). HE IS AWESOME! He cares (bathes, feeds, changes diapers...) for Grant just as much as I do. His big, caring heart makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with him each day!

Here, Trigger!

We have been working with Grant on using words instead of pointing and grunting. The other night we were sitting at the dinner table after dinner and were talking to him. We asked "Where's Trigger? Can you say Trigger?" Grant says "Triggie" and starts looking around for him. When Trigger doesn't respond, Grant again says "Triggie" and picks a piece of food off of his plate and throws in on the floor. Danny and I have never done this and never taught Grant to do this. The smart little poot knows that Trigger will come running when he hears food hit the floor! Sure enough... They are smarter than we give them credit for!

My son, the con-artist

I blogged earlier about Grant getting into the fountain out front, well....he did it again. This time I didn't find it as funny. It can be dangerous, not to mention the water is now NASTY! I pulled him out of the water, stripped off his wet clothes and took him in to dry off. I was so frustrated and he still thought he was cute. After getting him dressed in dry clothes I took him to the living room and scolded him and set him in time out on the couch. I sat down in my recliner to calm down a bit. That's when the con artist appeared. With the sweetest smile, deepest dimples, and sugar sweet voice he leans over to me and says "Hiiiii..." I told him, "No! Mommy is upset with you and you are in trouble. You sit there, Mister." A few seconds pass by and it happens again, "hiiiiiiiii..." Again, I tell him "No! You are in trouble for getting in the fountain. You can't smile your way out of this one." He sits there for a minute and then in sinks in. His body slumps down, and his head hangs low. He peers up at me out of the corner of his eye. By this time, I am dying! I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at him. Of course, I let him off the couch then. I LOVE BEING A MOM!

Busy Busy Little Boy!

For any of Grant's teachers, past, present and future, my heart goes out to you. I know that my child is one that keeps you on your toes. I also am sure he is one that you will never forget! Grant goes to King's Kids at the First Baptist Church twice a week. We call it school. My sister, Kim, picks him up from school since they let out at 2:00. Last Tuesday she goes in to pick him up and Jessica (the teacher) asks if Grant has ever taken his dirty diaper off (which he has - another story). Kim tells her yes. Jessica then tells Kim that during nap time, Grant took of his pants and his dirty diaper. He managed not to get any mess on himself or his clothes. However, another child stepped in part of the mess. Thursday, Kim goes in to pick Grant up and Linda (the assistant) is laughing and points toward Jessica and tells Kim, "She has a story for you." It seems Jessica was changing Grant's dirty diaper and he peed all over himself, the floor and poor Ms. Jessica. Can't wait to see what this week entails!

Just another day for Grant at Pap-paw and Gerty's

Here is the latest story from my mom. I love it when she posts her adventures on facebook and when she sends me picture messages on my phone. Helps the time that I am away from Grant go faster!


YEE-HAW, IT'S ROUND-UP TIME!!!!!!!!! You know what is involved in rounding up a stray cow or calf, right?... Especially on a 4-wheeler? Try doing that with a 2 year old and me on an electric scooter! Yes, Grant decided he WASN'T going in the house after playing outside, jumped off my lap, crawled like a spider on all 4-s (hand & feet)across the porch, then ran across the yard with me on my scooter chasing him. Had to call in the head-off man (Pappaw) to help. Grant is running just as fast as his little legs will carry him and looking back every so often to see if I’m still after him and LAUGHING the whole time. I finally get him headed toward his Pappaw where he is finally caught. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought I was herding cows again. We laughed so hard our ribs hurt. That is all for now, so til the next exciting event…

To be a fly on the wall...

I would love to be a fly on the wall so that I could watch Grant with other without them knowing. Not to be nosey or anything like that. Just last night I was in the kitchen. Danny and Grant were in the shower. I could hear Grant giggling and Danny laughing at him. This went on for a bit longer and then I hear "Hey! Don't pee on Daddy!"

Oh the stories!

Part of the fun of being a parent is listening to the stories others tell about their times with my child. For instance, Danny's Poppa claims that Grant has more arms than an octopus. "You get one hand out of something and he's already got three more in something else." After this morning, I have to agree with him!

Then there's mom's stories. They are always so funny. Here is her latest: The PHANTOM BUTTON PUSHER - KNOB TWISTER STRIKES again!! Went to bed for a good night's rest after chasing a VERY busy little boy all day (but loving every minute of it). If only we weren't suddenly awakened by a VERY loud radio DJ a while later. Have no idea what the real time was as he had changed the time on the c...lock radio plus the alarm time AND set the alarm. You gotta love those grandkids!! That was the icing on the cake for the day. Let's see - if I said 'leave that alone', the that was the cue to give me the 'I'll show you' look and proceed right on, trying to get under the bed and dare me to get him out (which I did), then trying to shave his leg with a razor he found in the trash - talk about pushing a panic button when I caught him. So the rude awakening from a restful slumber was the frosting! Shelley - be sure to blog this in your krazys.

Blessings to my soul!