The girls are in full performance mode. They run the full length of the house and hurl themselves at Grammy. Then they spin around and around until they fall.
Molly has peed her pants like, four times in the last two days. By the time afternoon rolls around, she's so exhausted and so wired that she can't even hear you when you ask her if she has to go. By the time you frog-march her to the bathroom, it's too late. A serious come-to-jesus talk has been had.
I went to Target alone yesterday. Today I went to the grocery store alone. I feel ten years younger.
Grammy laughs at everything the kids do. They are apparently the greatest children ever born. Also the most beautiful. Actually, they might be the first children ever born. She barely even complained about changing Maggie's giant man-poop diaper.
I'm tempted to offer her a contract.
Man poop. Sounds like a gas! bwahahahahaha!
Posted by: Kateri | June 01, 2006 at 10:14 AM
Well shit, with that attitude, I feel it's only right of me, as a good friend, to offer you the opportunity to do my laundry, pay my bills, and clean the kitche, ALL BY YOURSELF. By the time we sent you back home, you'd be about thirteen years old. Perfect age to babysit for two little girls...
P.S. Ohh, look at your cute little picture right in the corner all cute like that! I feel like I should smile and wave.
Posted by: Green | June 01, 2006 at 11:37 AM
I'll take care of the kids and you can clean my house!
auntie n
Posted by: Auntie Nancy | June 01, 2006 at 05:29 PM
I must admit I am having a blast. I was so tired last night I fell asleep at 9:00. I took it easy today. Better for everyone. The kids are seriously funny. They tell bad jokes, perform for you and just some the things they say are a real crack-up. Daisy will be two on Saturday. I can't wait.
Posted by: Grammy | June 01, 2006 at 10:08 PM
My friend Diana says, "Grandchildren are the reward for not killing your teenagers."
Man poop? EEEEEEEEW!
Posted by: daionara | June 02, 2006 at 03:14 AM