SNOW DAY!

THE LETTER E

Enthusiasm


Bubbly, giggly enthusiasm is contagious. Spread it with abandon. No sanitizer hand gel needed. Show it all day, Show it to everyone. Choose the smallest thing or the grandest thing. BUT show it and share it.
Kentucky got excited because I had a box big enough to make an airplane out of. I really didn’t want the box cut up. But his enthusiasm made me join him as we cut holes and taped wings and spun a propeller. I am glad I joined him in his project. It made a better end to this day.

I took these pictures a few days ago when we had the SNOW DAY. No school so I had to pinch hit for mommy. The desire to make snow angels was so great. Here is Entusiasm at it's best.
Notice anything similar in each picture?

No it's isn't the angel shape in the snow. . . .

No not the hats and gloves. . . . .

Why did they all have thier eyes closed???


Because they were drinking in the delight of a snow day that only a child can relish.

The D word

Dignity

At first it may present itself as conceit or pompous, but DIGNITY is more internal. To carry yourself or conduct yourself with Dignity is the goal. Your every action should be worthy of the life you have been given. Show your parents Dignity by being the child they are proud they raised. Show your spouse Dignity by being worthy of their love. Show your children Dignity by setting an example of the adult they will aspire to be.
Only you can bruise your Dignity, by letting yourself down. No one else has the power to do that.

A touch

Caress
Touch is a most powerful tool. Caress a child and they trust. Caress a spouse and they acknowledge.

The caress can be to sooth a pain, adjust a fallen lock of hair, a playful nudge.

But most importantly a Caress starts with CARE. The movement, touch, connection that starts with Care. You care, they care, we care. Caress and Care.

ABC's

This is a confession, I do not have the patience for some of the Blog world games. The 365 days of picture taking (Jaci I commend you on doing it), the giveaways, The tag it Tuesdays, etc.
I also confess I read mommy blogs. Not just my own daughter's blogs, but other ladies who I don't even know. I pipe in with Grandmotherly advice every once in a while, but over all I just enjoy the laugh.

I ran into one that was having a really hard time and she decided to write a word a day that would help her make it through just that day. Starting with the alphabet so she would only have to do it short term, 26 days.

I liked that idea. 26 days I can commit to. She encouraged her readers to think up words for her as well. So besides posting my words in her commit section I am going to put them here on my blog.

I encourage you to come up with a word a day to help you through the tough and fun times. Since this started yesterday (March 1) I will have two words for today. Let's see if I can make it 26 days.


In the voice of Elmo. . .Today's letter is A and the word of the day is AIR.


AIR
Appreciate the AIR around you. Remember that simple things can bring joy. Not just that you are alive to breath the air. But what the air does for you. It blows in the trees and cools you on a summer day. It carries fragrance to you to enjoy or not. But that means the your nose can appreciate the scents or warn you of danger. Air fills your lungs to oxygenate your blood.
Today show you appreciate Air and those around you will notice. bake cookies/bread so the house smells great when they come home. Or burn a candle so the fragrance will gently relax everyone in the house.
Embellish Air and appreciate it.

P.S. yes that is our hot air balloon in the pic, Dear Mirays.


And for March 2 . . Today's letter is B and the word of the day is Bounty.


Is there Bounty in your life? No not the paper towel or the candy bar, but in your cupboard? Do you have enough food that you can choose what you eat for each meal? Do you have Bounty in your Closet so much so that you can choose what you will wear each day. Do you have Bounty in friends who will catch you when you stumble. Is there Bounty in your family who will care for you in sickness and health. When we look at our Bounty we can then know that we are better off than the majority of the world and our problems seem smaller in comparison. Appreciate your Bounty but don't flaunt it.

What would you take?

This is going to be bizzare. I had a dream last night, might have been the Nyquil I took for this damn cold of mine, anyway the dream had to do with the world as we know it today with all the technology going away. And we all had to pack quickly (in 20 minutes) all the things we thought we would need to make it in this new world.

Can you guess what I took? I was really methodical. I saw Jerry run for Gun and Ammo. I saw other family members grab gold and jewels, family photos, food.

I got two big backpacks full of needles. . .Scissors. . . thread!! Why? Cause I knew I could make a living, trade the skills I possessed in my head and hands for the things I needed.

Ya think I read too much Science Fiction?

American Slang

Grandpa has an affinity for leading the conversation with little kids making them fess up to things most parents would be embarrassed to have them say. I saw this happen years ago when (then 4 year old) niece Keely had a lengthy conversation about toilets and toilet paper with “Uncle Jerry”.

It is almost like Art Linkletter, for those of us in the older generation, or Bill Cosby for those younger, relatively speaking of course.

Given the opportunity to take one 3 year old granddaughter to the birthday party of another granddaughter we said yes. While on the drive Grandpa asked Joy if she would like to see a Weiner get plugged into the wall and cooked. We had been talking about dinner food and this was a logical conversation.

Actually he used the word Weinie.

Joy did not respond immediately. She has learned that Grandpa is silly. He likes to call her Sarah, Susan, Korban, all sorts of names just to get her to say “Grandpa, I’m JOY”.
I could see her little brain trying to figure out this new name game he was playing.

The joke was on Grandpa this time. Over and Over he kept asking about cooking a Weinie. I told him to stop using that word, then he used the word HOT DOG. She understood then.

I asked her. . . .”Joy, what is a Weinie?” Knowing what was going to happen.

“That’s what a boy uses to go pee pee.”

It is rare to see Jerry crackup.

You can just imagine the pictures in Joy’s mind when he asked if she wanted to see a Weinie get plugged into the wall and cooked!!!

Dedicated to my daughters and other Mommies.

This Blog is dedicated to my daughters, be they step daughters or blood daughters or adopted daughters. You are all Mommies now, or will be soon, you know what this means.

ATTENTION CHILDREN: THE BATHROOM DOOR IS CLOSED.

Please do not stand here and talk, whine or ask questions. Wait untill I get out.

Yes it is locked. I want it that way. It is not broken, I am not trapped. I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times, since you were born, because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in here, but it's been 7 years and I want some PRIVACY.

Do not ask me how long I will be. I will come out when I am done.

Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.

Do not go running back to the phone yelling, "She's in the BATHROOM!"

Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.

Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them. This was funny when you were two, but not now.

Do not slide pennies, Legos, or notes under the door. Even when you were two this got a little tiresome.

If you have followed me down the hall talking, and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room. I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.

And yes, I still Love you.

(signed)
Mom

So the above Note I stumbled onto over 20 years ago. It was oh, so true that I had to cut it out and saved it. No, I don't know where it came from, nor what magazine or author to credit.

Yes, I am a grandmother now and should feel lucky I am past this phase with my children.
BUT!!!!!!
I have a worse problem now. . .



My Cats can't read the sign.
They just stand outside the door and Meow till I open it. And Jerry laughs hysterically when I take a shower and they stand outside the door talking to me.
They never do it to him. . . .Only me.
Mommies are special.