Hit him with your best shot!

Erin and Kaylie were watching Dr. Phil.  He had a show about child molesting and Erin thought this would be a good show for Kaylie to see and they could discuss it afterwards.  Unfortunately, our children are being stalked by preditors and must be on guard against so many things that hurt them.

Erin asked Kaylie, “what would you do if someone touched you in your private places?”  Without hesitation, she said, “I would kick him in his privates!”  Erin said, ” but Kaylie would you tell me what happened?”

Again, without hesitation, “yes, but after I kicked him in his privates!”

I wish I was there to kiss her!

Children make me laugh!

I got some of these shots from Erin last night.  I see these little guys all the time and yet, each time I see them, I can’t help but smile.  I look in their eyes and they just seem to be happy down to their toes.  It is just enough to be mugging it up for the camera.  Their skin is pure and clean and it glows.  It has been a LONG time since my skin glowed.  In fact, I may have skipped that part of my life and moved onto wrinkles. 

Peyton is talking.  Erin says he is saying words.  I have only heard babble…lots of babble.  I knew he was on the verge of putting the babble to good use by forming actual words.  He knows the good words that get him something…Ma ma, Da da, Pa pa (he gets everything from Papa).  He is working on Sissy for Kaylie and of course, BA BA, for bottle…food.  Yes, he got BA BA all right.  Let’s see, what word is missing???  Could it be MY name?  Meme?  That is the missing word.  When we ask him to say Meme, she smiles and shakes his head NO.  I think the little bugger knows it bugs me.  Then we figured it out…I am Ma Maaaaaaa.   The last syllable gets shouted and held!  Then he laughs some more. 

This weekend, Erin and Victor are moving to their new home.  It is a house big enough to have room to turn around in without hitting another body.  It has three bedrooms…… three bathrooms!  From one bathroom to three!!  We used to take numbers and wait for our turn, something like the lottery.  Oh, it is like a bit of heaven.  There is a large, private backyard, NO busy streets to worry about and a kitchen with a dishwasher.  A dishwasher.  I bought her two gallons of dishwashing soap for a house warming gift.  I can cook and let the machine do the dishes. 

At this point, I don’t know who wants this house more…Erin or ME?  Did I mention that it is about 15-20 minutes closer to our house?  Now that isn’t earth shaking, but that 15 minutes can easily be 30 minutes closer if the bridge happens to be going up that went to her old house.  There are two bridges that open to boating traffic.  If one is up, the town grinds to a halt.  We won’t have to even go into Aberdeen to get to Erin’s now, so it is all good.

Kaylie will attend a new school and it should be a nice one.  I am hoping the transition will be easy for her.  I have promised I will be there on her first day.  I don’t know if I will be holding a sobbing child or witness a happy child getting off a bus.  I am hoping for the latter.

Meanwhile, Victor is working out of town.  He is hours southeast of Portland…so it mush be like close to Idaho.  A lot of driving.  What a busy time for him and them.

Meanwhile, we are packing up food and tools and will run down to help with the kids and some moving.  We don’t do the big items.  We are too old and worn out from the other dozen moves we have jointly moved our girls.  I will unpack boxes, babysit, cook and clean…I will even do windows, but no bed moving or sofa pushing.  I have retired.

Anyhow…Life is good.

 

 

 

 

A little blurry, but I love this picture of the two girls.

Home IS where the heart is.

After another week of activities, I am home. 

Sunday we went down and spent the night in Erin’s trailer…with the kids.  My conclusion?  I am not meant to camp any longer.  Roughing it is a night at a Holiday Inn.  I want the room service!  I want the big beds and the clean sheets.  I want the little soaps and the lotions waiting for me.  I want to leave the room and have someone come make my bed while I am gone.  I think of it as a Bed Fairy..and I believe in her! 

Monday, we bought our new car from Pallas and John.  We thought we had all the papers, but we were wrong.  Some cute little thing, hardly older than my granddaughter was behind the counter at the title place.  I gave her the papers I had and said, “I would like to change the ownership over.”  She gave me that look like, “are you nuts”. 

We were missing three pages more of red tape.  One of which John had to have notorized.  Ugh.  I hate red tape.  So, with tail between our legs, we ran John down at his work, before the close of his day and handed off the ream of papers to him.  He got it all nototized and delivered them to Erin’s house. 

Tuesday…Off to the title company again and all went well.  Packed up the kids and went to Northwest Trek.  I can’t say enough good about that place.  Clean, relatively inexpensive and the children had a blast.  I love it!  It was cool, in the shade for the most part and the animals had so much space to roam around.

Wednesday. ..we hung around Erin’s house with the kids.  Then the painter they hired said we had to stay IN the house for hours or leave for hours.  Hm.  I thought being sealed in masking tape and no air with two active kids was more than I could stand.  We were leaving and ran into Pallas.  She took pity on us and invited us out to her house.  The kids love her and we were happy to have some time to visit.

Thursday, we loaded the kids and drove to Lynnwood to see my mom and Sallie.  Sallie was so sweet and thanks us for bringing the kids to her for a visit.  She can’t find time to run down to Aberdeen often and it was a treat for her to play the auntie role to the kids.  They eat her up….Peyton followed her around like a puppy.

Friday morning, we packed the kids, said goodbye to mom and drove home.  The week had ended by 3p for us.  I was “played out” as my grandmother Nellie would say.  Even though we had driven three hours back from Lynnwood, we got our sorry behinds back in the rigs and drove home to Port Angeles…another three hours.

Saturday, I awoke in my own bed.  Felt like heaven.  No stress…no little ones wanting my attention.  It was quiet and restful.  We went to a baseball game of kids playing and this morning (Sunday)  saw another game. They won both of them.  Another this afternoon and then they move on to Idaho…I will pass on that one.

I did some knitting last night.  The house is clean.  Today, I love my life.  It is peaceful and quiet.  I wonder how it will last?  Color me giddy!!