Friday Night

I remember not too many years ago, Friday nights were pretty "big". I started out cruising town, then on to going dancing at the clubs, then sitting in dispatch at the sheriff's office with a good looking dispatcher (hmmm wonder who that was). Tonight, on this "big" night, I was in the backyard playing with Grant (another good looking Kelley) and enjoying the beautiful evening. Do I miss the "good ole days"? Yes, at times, but would I ever go back? Not a chance. There is no way that I would give up my big nights with my little man. GOD IS SO GOOD!

Make a momma proud!

Water is not my favorite thing. I am somewhat scared of the water. I can swim, but don't push or throw me in. If I fall in, I will freak. I don't tube nor water ski. I admire those that do, and wish that I could, but I just can't get over the fear. From the time I was a teenager, I swore that I would not let my kids be that way. I remember watching my little cousins (J.D. and Bryant) swimming while they were still in diapers and thought that was so cool. So I have been working with Grant in the pool. My sister, Connie, taught me how to teach Grant and I am eternally grateful. This summer Grant has gone from screaming and clinging to me when we get in the pool to paddling all over on his own while only wearing swim wings. Last night he swam with some of his cousins and in his eyes he was just as big as they were. He wasn't the least bit afraid. I have been lightly tossing him up in the air and letting him go under water when he lands. He bobs back up and bats those pretty little eyes and grins. Makes his momma so proud!

My husband, my hero

I have said for a long time that Danny is my hero. From the time he came to my rescue when I wrecked my car, to standing by my side through my mom's illness, through the birth of our child and everything in between. His last act of heroism was expanding our back yard and putting together a huge swing set for Grant. Danny sacrificed two weeks worth of days off and half of a workday. He first worked through a monsoon putting up new fence. I came home from work to find him and his friend, Robert, soaking wet but still hard at work. Then after the monsoons came the record setting heat. He worked in the scorching heat putting together the swing set. It was not just any swingset, but one of the wood ones with a tower, slide, picnic table... It took him, with the help of my dad and myself, 3 long hot days to get that thing together. I am sure that Danny didn't do any more than other husbands/fathers have done, but to me he is a hero! I love him and thank God for blessing me so richly with him.

The sounds that come from that room...

I was sitting in my recliner at 3:00 A.M. this morning listening to Grant. He has reverted back to his infancy and decided that he needs milk in the middle of the night. Last night I was going to be stubborn and not cave in. I was going to win the fight....ha! I sat in the dark and listened to him. I couldn't help but laugh. He has a wide variety of noises. Now mind you, he wasn't crying. Not a tear. I always say he is protesting. He goes from sounding like the tasmanian devil to a teridactyl to a hound dog whining. I couldn't help but sit there and quietly laugh to myself. Then, you guessed it, after 30 minutes of wild kingdom, I caved in and gave him the milk. I always tell him it's a good thing God made him cute otherwise I would have gave him away a long time ago.....Yea right!

Just another day in the life of Gerty and Grant!

Larenda says:
hi again

Shelley in Court says:
hello

Larenda says:
lol
Larenda says:
want some more funnies?

Shelley in Court says:
uh oh
sure!

Larenda says:
lol
guess who forgot to put pants back on your son when she chaned his diasper?

Shelley in Court says:
oh no

Larenda says:
changed his diaper

Larenda says:
oh ya

Larenda says:
he had been awake for a bit before i came to get him and it sounded like he was tearing paper - WRONG -it was his diaper

Larenda says:
he had it off and was playing with the tape

Larenda says:
then i smelled the STI-I-N-N-K!!!

Shelley in Court says:
oh no!

Larenda says:
Iit still smells in here

Shelley in Court says:
WHERE was it?

Larenda says:
IN HIS DIAPER

Shelley in Court says:
Well, better than in the bed...

Larenda says:
it wasn't easy getting that dirty bottomed little guy out of his playpen without getting it all over me

Shelley in Court says:
I can only imagine!

Larenda says:
and getting him to a plce so i could clean him up

Larenda says:
THEN i thought i would message you and noticed that my computer was turned off

Shelley in Court says:
How did he do that?

Larenda says:
i noticed that the surge protecter had been pulled towards his bed - guess he was able to get to the power switch on it, but it was on

Larenda says:
i was just thinking about needing to drive a nail in the wallor the side of the desk to hang it

Shelley in Court says:
Guess this incident confirms that thought?

Larenda says:
guess i will DEFINITELY get that done now beings he can reach it

Shelley in Court says:
lol

Shelley in Court says:
how about putting his pants on before you lay him down?

Larenda says:
there was only a little spot of pooh on his bed and i got that cleaned up

Larenda says:
i had just changed a dirtry diaper before i put him down

Shelley in Court says:
goodness

Larenda says:
didn't figure he would do more

Larenda says:
i was wrong

Shelley in Court says:
No matter how much I think I have him figured out, he never ceases to surprise me!

Larenda says:
i know

Larenda says:
he was so cute just sitting there playing with his diaper and so happy

The Gymnist

Don't you just love it when your babysitter (today it is my mom) calls and begins the conversation with "I just had to call you," and then begins giggling? My response, "what did he do now?" It seems mom was getting Grant ready for his daily nap. She changed his diaper and he headed for the bedroom. In the room where he sleeps is a full sized bed which sits next to his play pen (where he naps). Mom said that he climbed up on the bed and ran over to the side where his playpen is. Mom asked "Do you want in there?" Before she knew it, Grant leaned over, grabbed the top rail and did a flip into the playpen. Scared her half to death. She wheels over to the playpen and looks at him (he had landed flat on his back) and asks if he is okay. He looks at her with a gleam in his eye and a grin on his face which she interpreted, "That was fun. can I do it again?" No wonder the poor woman is white headed!

Have you ever tried to catch a greased pig?

I haven't, but came pretty darn close Saturday. Grant was in the tub, and I was on the phone (I know I am not supposed to do that, but...). I turned my back for just a second and turned around just in time to witness him launch off the side of the bathtub to the floor. I said "come here." In his language, that means "run boy run!" The chase was on! While still holding the phone with one hand, I was trying to catch him with the other. He was running as fast as he could, bouncing off of walls and furniture with me hot on his trail. Did you know that wet kids are slippery? Finally, he tripped and fell and I nabbed him in time to get a diaper on him before we had any disasters.