hoodies and uggs

Since it was a foggy ugly gray day, Baby Bug and I put on our hooded sweatshirts and fake uggs (over our pajamas) and tromped down to the beach so we could practice for Humbolt County weather. Actually, I just wanted a chocolate croissant for breakfast and that’s what we do when we have “special treats”. It just happened to be an ugly and gray foggy day, just like it will be when we go up north.

I love it that I can make up fun routines like this with Baby Bug. It’s like having my own personal permanent best friend. Well, at least for the next three years or so. It strikes me as funny that the things we do now will be what she remembers as normal when she is older. The way I cover her up with blankets will be how she likes to be covered when she grows up. The way I cut up her sandwiches, the way I fix spaghetti, the choices I make for scented things like laundry detergent and deodorant and bathroom cleaner will be stored away in her scent memory as normal. It almost gives me a power trip realizing that no matter what I do, no matter how funky or strange or weird my choices are, this is what will be normal for her. It’s like I can’t screw up…sort of.

Or you could say that all these choices are what she will be discussing with her shrink when she’s in therapy someday.

Pancakes at Grandpa’s

I had to make one more quick trip to the sticks for a birthday party for my niece, Super Chic and to do one last load of laundry before we go on our big trip up north. Gotta have all the clothes clean so that maximum cute outfits can be worn. You know how it goes.

While I was out in the sticks we also squeezed in a pancake breakfast at my Grandpa’s house. As you can see he’s doing quite well after just having a pretty serious surgery. I guess we just have super genes in this family. Surgery? No sweat! My Grandpa’s surgery is way way way more serious than mine but he recuperated almost as quickly as I did. He’s amazing.

I love visiting my Grandpa’s house. It’s like stepping back in time. I used to spend a lot of time at my Grandparent’s (not this house but others that they lived in) when I was growing up and all the knick knacks and doo dads remind me of being a little kid. I miss my Grandma so much. She died many years ago. My Grandpa keeps almost everything exactly the way she did. Except he does guy things like hang every single cooking utensil on the wall just like he hangs all his tools up in his tool shed. I love him for his quirky ways. He’s an inventor. He’s invented lots of things but none of them are famous.

Thank you to all of you who prayed that my Grandpa might get better quick. He sure appreciated it. I need to ask you to keep praying for him. Physically he’s back to his old self but mentally he’s still suffering.

You might remember my Great Aunt, my Grandpa’s sister? Well, her health has been declining drastically this last year. She finally had to be put into a rest home and she’s slowly dying. Unfortunately, it’s affecting her mind the most. What’s so terrible is that my Grandpa has waited on her hand and foot for probably the last ten years. He’s caring that way. He cooks for her and cleans and runs around town doing errands for her. He stays by her bedside 24/7 when she’s in the hospital. His life is dedicated to her. He used to leave little notes in her bed clothes for the nurses to find. The notes would say things like, “Please take care of my sister.” It’s all very sad and tragic because the hospital staff wasn’t always as caring as he would like them to be.

But what is the most sad is that my Great Aunt is turning against my Grandpa. She’s going insane and telling him that he doesn’t love her any more. It’s ripping my Grandpa to pieces. He knows it’s her dementia and that she is not herself but for some reason he can’t stop taking it personally. He’s been crying a lot and worrying himself sick when he should be taking it easy. It’s just so hard to lose the ones you love.