The Possibilites Are Endless

When it was time for Owen to leave yesterday he began to cry.
"I want Mer-Mer and Bop come to my house!" he sobbed.
Which made me cry.
"Oh, Owen. Now you've made me cry!" I said. He looked at me to see if this was true and it was and that made him laugh.
That boy. All day yesterday he kept saying, "Mer-Mer, you the best!" Mostly when he did something that he knew might possibly result in a bit of a fussing from me but which usually did not, merely a oh, that's okay, honey, at which point he would say that. That I'm the best. Because I am the best. Mer-Mer. To Owen. And maybe Gibson but he doesn't know it yet.
God. I am every stereotype and cliche of a grandmother ever invented. And I have decided that grandmothers are basically giant playmates who will do any sort of game or pretending with you that you come up with and who can also change diapers, wipe butts, and make cheese toast.
Also, we are strong. To a three-year-old, at least although as soon as their daddy took them away, I had to fall on a bed and sleep for half an hour to regain enough strength to get up and finish Friday.

When the trains went by yesterday, Owen would go into a frenzy of activity, shutting all the doors and yelling, "Take cover! Take cover!" which confused the heck out of Gibson. This was a new thing and it made me laugh. Where in hell does he come up with this stuff?

So I think that this morning I am going with Lily to some sort of record-setting event involving either breastfeeding or cloth-diapering. I am not sure but there is swag involved for Lily and also, possibly, food. We're in! There are like a million things going on in Jefferson and Leon Counties today but I'm going to go to a baby-mama event. This is my life.

Here's another thing Owen said yesterday: Oh Jesus Heck!
I said, "Some people don't like to hear you say things like that. He thought about it for a moment.
"Who IS Jesus?" he asked.
"Good question," I replied.
"Mmmm. Jesus Hartmann," he said. Hartmann is his last name. I am many things to Owen but I am not his instructor concerning Jesus. No way. His other grandmother has that one covered. I laughed and let the whole thing go.

I just talked to Lily. It's an Earth Day thing, this event we're attending so it's about the cloth diaper changing. I should be doing the demo for this event. I've changed four billion cloth diapers in my lifetime. At least. Starting with my baby brothers who are now not talking to me for reasons I cannot grasp. Maybe we should have used disposables on them. Oh wait. They hadn't been invented then.

I hope Owen never stops talking to me. He amuses me so much. Gibson talks a lot too but I don't understand his language yet. He can say Mer-Mer though. I understand that. You should have seen the way that little man beamed when his Boppy was the one to pick him up when he awoke from his nap.

Jessie called yesterday from Florence and I got to talk to her and her newly-made husband. It was wonderful. They had just spent two days staying in an olive grove and were now in Florence and learning about bidets and were about to go out to dinner. Boy-oh-boy. I asked what their favorite thing they'd done so far was but they demurred on the answer. Haha! They are on their honeymoon after all.

It was a wonderful day between the rain (which Owen played in, naked except for a pair of shoes and a towel clothes-pinned under his chin so the he looked just like Little Green Riding Hood) and the many and vastly entertaining games and conversations I had with him and the snuggles and kisses and love I got from him and his brother. And Mr. Moon and I had visitors last night and that was lovely and we had martinis and then we ate our supper and then there was romance and hey! We're not on our honeymoon but we're not dead either.

A couple of times yesterday Owen did try me a bit. I admit it. He's a child, he was full of beans and he's got to see if I have my limits. I finally threatened to lock him in the hen house with all of the POOP because poop is his favorite word. He looked at me with a most bemused expression on his face and he said, "No you not."
Dang.
He knows me too well.
I texted his grandfather about all of this and his grandfather texted back to tell Owen that he better be good or that Boppy would spank his butt. I related this to the child. Again with the bemused expression.
"No he not," he said with all of the confidence in the world.
"Maybe," I said.
"Maybe NOT," he answered.
Sigh.

Well, there you go. That's my life, as I already said. I better get ready to go watch mothers change their babies' diapers. Maybe later today I'll plant some beans.

Maybe. Maybe not.

We shall see, won't we?

Happy Saturday, y'all.

Love...Mer-Mer