Wednesday, April 29, 2009
no boundaries or class. Alas, not if you are around my family, who has little modesty, and a compulsion for being clean. So no surprise...Gavin loves to tidy-up before his nap time.
A Warren spit-bath, normally given in the sink, in between REAL bath nights, is just a must with a little boy. So, being compulsive, I always sponge him off to get rid of the gunk, crack grime, kid germs and lurking toe and belly button jam. Well, of late, Mema and Papa got a real opportunity to see Gavin Get After the Grime, right in their own backyard. (As did any onlookers or unfortunate neighbors.)
After a full morning of activities with the old folks, it was time for a snooze. So here comes Mema with a large mixing bowl full of soap, water and a washcloth, meeting us on the back porch where Papa and Gavin had been all morning. (Playing in the salvage yard and on the aforementioned, very unsafe, teeter-totter.) Well, once Gavin was stripped of his grimy clothes, Mema set in with the washcloth, little did she know, Gavin had other plans. He took over, washed his private parts, (repeatedly), his butt and then plopped right down into the bowl itself. Yep, he could fit his entire body inside the bowl. Well, being a Mom, I cautiously looked around too see if the neighbors above us happen to be on their deck, while simultaneously thinking to myself "white trash, country-bumpkins" have moved into the hood. Thankfully, Papa nor I saw anyone, but we were all laughing so hard, an observer could have easily been overlooked. We had fun getting that kid out of the bowl, into some clean clothes and into the car. He was simply having a ball. Talk about a cheap date, eh?
Blog Note: Check back next week for "the masochistic gardener" update to include our latest backyard construction projects!
Friday, April 17, 2009
BUNNIES & Biology:
Gavin really got involved in Easter celebrations this year. He understands the holiday represents Jesus' second birthday, celebrated by the coloring of eggs, the hunting of eggs and the scarfing of little chocolate egg candies. (We squeezed in some crafts too, to decorate and make table place cards for our family Easter meal.) Kids love scissors, paper and glue; Mom's love the anxiety of a 3-year-old with a sharp object. Wine anyone??? Our first event was the Village Egg Hunt on Saturday, held in a local campground and attended by the masses. I have never seen so many haggard parents who appeared as though they just rolled out of bed, grabbed the kid and keys and bolted to the hunt. Scare-do's, Lycra tights and cigarettes dangling represented the breadth of the Ruidoso culture. Papa noticed that one parent had the gall to stowe her cigs in her child's basket; poor kid. The hunt itself was over before you could fart. The "speed hunt" ended abruptly due to lightening, rain and freezing temperatures. (Go figure.) Our usual visit with Smokey Bear and the Easter Bunny himself, plus a ride on the Ruidoso Fire truck was all nixed as we scrambled to the truck for cover. Smokey was right behind us and the Bunny eluded us altogether. Gavin didn't score a big-load, which never seems to be his goal, he was happy with a handful of eggs, only one filled with candy, and the others stuffed with little trinkets. Mema was hoping for more chocolate, so she could score a few bites, from the kiddo. (Sorry Mema, you will have to hit your chocolate stash when you get home. Like Tim, Mema lives on the stuff.)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
If you think moving sucks, try it as a senior! Not fun at all. Mom and Dad arrived more tired than I have ever seen them, but they were in great spirits. The trip from Texas was long but uneventful. The long-distance closing of the house was stressful and included hiccups on the buyers side, so we all finally breathed with ease once it was a done deal.