Saturday, March 4, 2023

Sleepover Report


Well, it was a fine visit although poor August was not feeling his best. He was coughing quite a bit. Jessie asked me if we really wanted them to come over, worried that we would get whatever it is he has but as Mr. Moon said, "I ain't skeered." So she sent cough syrup and his inhaler and his allergy pills and his nasal spray and we administered them all appropriately but none of them seemed to do much. Still, they both ate good-sized bowls of the chicken and dumplings with all the carrots and green beans and celery in them. 


And then the purple cows were made and slurped. 


Next on the agenda was a good, long, steamy shower to help August's upper respiratory system relax a bit. A lot of soap was used but not on their own personal bodies. Instead, they decided that my shower doors needed soaping and then squeegee-ing and that went on for quite awhile. 


They are so funny, those boys. At one point, Levon was going to clean the skinny panel beside the door and the squeegee is too wide to swipe it straight down so August told his brother to use it diagonally which quite impressed me. After about fifteen minutes, I announced that shower time was over and so out they came and I bundled them in towels and then their pajamas and then into bed they snuggled where I read them two books, one of which is a very, very sweet story called "Banjo Granny." In the book, this granny crosses mountains and deserts and a river to get to her little grandson (named Owen!) so that she can play him bluegrass music. 


As we were reading the book, August asked me if I would do all of that to see my grandson. 
"Oh course I would!" I said. "Any granny would do that for her baby."
"Except the worst granny in the world," he said. "And you are 100% not that."
I almost melted. That child. 

They fell asleep immediately and we had put a clock in their room, as I mentioned last night, and bizarrely, they did not come into our room until 7:00 which was some sort of miracle. Mr. Moon got up with them and I went back to sleep. I had woken up sometime around 4:30 and laid awake for the longest time which I never do, but I think I was expecting Levon to come get in bed with me at any moment. 
When I got up it was time to make the pancakes and bacon. Of course. 


August must be sick. He only ate three pancakes and one piece of bacon. While we ate, there were so many knock-knock jokes that Boppy had to tell them, "ENOUGH!" And the butt and poop jokes continue as always. Later on in the morning, they sang me a song that I think one of their mountain cousins taught them, sung to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" which goes something like this:
Twinkle, twinkle, little fart/
Blew my underpants apart...
It goes on from there. And by golly, I laughed and laughed. They were so proud. I was proud for them. 

They had watched a great deal of TV so after breakfast we laid down the law- no more TV for the entire visit! This was not received gracefully. I heard Levon say to his brother in the hallway that "This is the worst Mer and Bop visit EVER!" 
I just laughed. 
But then...sigh. 
I took August's temperature and he had a 100 degree fever and I could tell he was feeling poorly although he wouldn't admit it. He kept rubbing his little head and Levon, who was feeling just fine, kept annoying him in his little brother ways. We did make some more bead jewelry.


And we read one book and tried to read another but Levon wasn't having it and August was coughing and coughing so I finally caved and said, "Okay. TV."
God, they were happy. 
Mr. Moon had a complicated errand involving Jessie picking him up in town and bringing him back here to pick up the boys so while all that was going on, the boys happily watched TV which they assured me was fine since August was sick. I made them mugs of apple-cinnamon tea with honey and after awhile I heated them up some chicken and dumplings and they ate that. 

And then they went home with their mama and August said he'd had a good time so I guess he wasn't feeling too poorly. Levon said, "Quit opening my door!" when I went to kiss him good-bye but then I gave him four M&M's and he wasn't too upset. 

The rest of the day I have spent in recovery, meaning I haven't done much of anything. In fact, inspired by Boud, I even started a jigsaw puzzle which I NEVER do because I suck at Jigsaw puzzles and don't have the patience for them but it was fairly pleasant to sit, sorting edge pieces and sky pieces and rose pieces while I listened to an audio-book. Here's what my dining room table looks like. 


I'd say the odds of me completing it are about 1 in 4,000 but who knows? I'm not even going to show you the picture because there's no need for anyone to get invested in it. 

One interesting thing that happened today was that there were pictures from my 50th high school reunion posted on Facebook from last night. Our reunion was postponed due to a hurricane and although there weren't that many people who attended the casual get-together last night, I could not have named five of them. Okay. To be exact, I could name three. One of them is still a very dear friend of mine so I know what he looks like and he's still way too handsome for his own good and speaking of handsome- our Homecoming Queen and King (or was it Prom?) were there and by golly, they still look like they should be queen and king. He was our quarterback and she was a cheerleader. Exactly as it's supposed to be here in the good ol' U.S.of A. She's as darling as ever and he's got the same ten-thousand megawatt smile. I'd post the picture but that may be overstepping boundaries. I have no idea but better safe than sorry. 
As for everyone else, and I include myself in this assessment- we are some old fuckers. 
Dang. 

I have to say I am not sorry I missed it. Besides, I was right here, being 100% not the worst granny in the world. 

We all have our priorities.  

Love...Ms. Moon




31 comments:

  1. I'm certainly glad you're not the worst granny in the world! Especially since you have the best grandchildren.

    Thanks for the blog shoutout. I think your puzzle is bigger than the one I'm on right now!

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    1. Ha! I, too, am glad not to be the worst granny in the world. Or even the 75% worst granny. I love August's engineer/mathematician brain.
      This puzzle has 500 pieces. Theoretically. Who knows how many have fallen out since I got it? Also, there was a fine, fat dead roach in the box. I told Mr. Moon that if he worked on it to wash his hands afterwards. Florida.

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  2. poor August sick again? That poor little dude. Doesn't seem to hamper his appetite for Mer's wonderful food and purple cows, though.
    Pics today just lovely! I'm waiting for hubby to get home (in next 1 1/2 hrs).....after a trip to Phoenix (a 12 hour drive) ...he left Tues. early.....his Dad, *Pops* near end of life on Hospice at home...... Pops departed early yesterday morning and all went peacefully well and all is good...everyone good..I'll be glad to have him back home and he can't wait cuz I have his fave pinto beans simmering and ready! And clean sheets on the bed!
    Susan M

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    1. Yes. Sick again! When does this adenoidectomy start showing results? I think he's used to feeling under the weather and powers throught it.
      I'm so glad that your husband's dad had a peaceful departure and that his son could be there.
      Pinto beans and clean sheets? My idea of heaven.

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  3. You have jigsaw pieces on a table and two cats. You are a mighty brave woman.
    100% not the worst granny in the world. That is the highest of accolades.

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    1. I absolutely thought of that. What am I thinking?
      Yes. I think I should embroider what August said on a pillow.

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  4. Yes, I wondered how he had an adnoidectomy and is sick again in the vicinity of his adenoids! All six of your grands are definitely worth having. I am amused that their food selections are wholesome for the simple reason they are used to eating wholesome foods. They just don't seem to ask for junk food or treats or pop.

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    1. Oh, trust me- they do definitely want treats of all sorts! Chocolate especially. But they all eat a pretty good diet.

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  5. Poor kid. I'm glad he has a 100 percent not the worst granny in the world.

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  6. The little boys, such great kids, entertaining for sure and darling.So fortunate to have such wonderful parents and a granny that does not suck!

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    1. It is rewarding to know that I do not suck.

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  7. I love that Twinkle Twinkle variation - can only imagine what comes next! August and Levon are such hoots, even when down with yet another bug. August better have taken all his germs home with him! Glad you had a recovery afternoon, jigsaw puzzle and all. I have one teed up as soon as the card table is cleared of its piles of junk (thanks Boud, I think!).

    Chris from Boise

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    1. I wish I could remember the rest of the song. I'll have to get them to tell me so I can share it with the blog world here.
      I was so happy to have a calm, peaceful afternoon. Those boys can wear me out, even though they are very good children.

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  8. I'd like to know the rest of that twinkle twinkle song, there is a nine year old in a house near me who would love that.
    I'm sorry to hear August is under the weather again, has he been checked for allergies? With Florida being so floral and so damp it could be a possibility. I have a mould allergy myself which is why I am nuts about keeping my bathroom as dry as I possibly can. And I have to hold my breath when I walk past houses where the mulch is breaking down and moulding, also very old, undisturbed-for-decades flower beds because the soil is musty and if I breathe that I'll be coughing my lungs out for days. I'm also allergic to various flowers and insect sprays.

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    1. I'll get the boys to tell me the rest of the song.
      Yes, indeed, August has been tested for allergies. And he does have plenty. But fevers are not the result of allergies. I keep telling Jessie that one day he'll be immune to every virus in the world because he's getting them all now.
      Sounds like you are allergic to the very planet from which you sprung! Stories like this make me ponder my ape-alien experiment theory. We are not quite of this world.

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    2. I would be much better if I could live on the west side closer to the sea where the air is a little salty, the side of Adelaide I live in is very "oldy-mouldy" and I can't afford to move.

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  9. I just love that Twinkle Twinkle song - I'll have to remember that for when Charlie is old enough to appreciate it. Oh and I bought Banjo Granny too - but again, he's not old enough right now. I'm just dying to read Wonky Donkey to him at this point!

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    1. You also need to add two books to that collection: Pete the Cat! The book about his 5 Groovy Buttons and the one about his New Shoes.

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    2. I do believe that I've read the boys Pete the Cat books from the library. They look very familiar. I will ask them.

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    3. There's a wonderful video of a grandmother reading Wonky Donkey to a baby and cracking up hopelessly. It's on YouTube. I must look at it again.

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    4. "Did Pete cry? Goodness no! Buttons come and buttons go! He kept on singing his song!"

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    5. PS it was four groovy buttons, not five. I am humbled and ashamed.

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  10. 37paddington:
    A fine sleepover report except for August feeling poorly. So sorry to hear that he’s still fevery and struggling. TV was definitely indicated. And I do love a jigsaw puzzle. It’s a meditation for me. Ever better if it takes a long time because who cares if it does. It’s the lowest of stakes and in a high stakes world that’s such a relief.

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    1. I know you love jigsaws and I keep thinking that if I just do some, I'll get better at it. It's a good theory, anyway. And you're right- no time limits here.

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  11. Another sleepover success! Good job, Granny!
    Jigsaw puzzles can be fun but I often get a sore back from bending over to search and so I don't often do them.
    Sorry August is sick again and hope that clears up soon!

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  12. Loved the grandkids visits, always glad when they went home so I could sit around and do nothing or do something that wasn't about entertaining a kid.

    I went to my 20th high school reunion mostly just to see two people neither of which came. didn't have much to say to any of the people who did show up. it was the one and only reunion I've been too. I find it kind of weird that they still have them 50 years later as if high school was the end all and be all of life.

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    1. I was in a play once where one of the characters said of his grandchildren- "I love to see them when they come and I love to see them when they go!"
      I know exactly what that means now.
      I went to one or two of my high school reunions. One was okay. The other got real weird real fast. One of my former classmates tried to hit on me and I thought Glen was going to take him out.
      That was enough for me.

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  13. I'm with you, honey! I love puzzles for about three hours and then I HATE them!! My DIL can do any puzzle you give her in no time flat!!

    When my kids were young in Louisiana, and my son was always sick, I had a pediatrician named Dr. Wagenspack who had six kids of his own. When my son would wake with high fever and I would call Dr Wagenspack, he would tell me that he really didn't care what the temp was. What he wanted to know was if the Prince was ACTING sick. He used the way the little ones acted as a gauge more than the temp itself.

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    1. Some people just have the eyes and brains for puzzles. I do not but it's probably not a baby idea to try and improve that.
      Dr. Wagenspack sounds quite wise. And you can definitely tell when a kid is sick and gauge the intensity of it by how they look and act.

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    2. Remember that Calvin and Hobbes comic where the little boy's miserable in bed and his mother reminds him there's no school anyway, it's Saturday! He doesn't care; she flies to the phone to call the doctor!

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