My Sister Linda and I were Sunday School teachers for many years. Here is Little Dude singing one of the songs we used to teach our students. He loves to sing and I love to teach so it is a match made in heaven. I want him to see how he sang when he was little because I know some day down the road he won’t admit he ever sang for me. This is for his future wife and their kids. Wouldn’t it be fun to see your dad doing something like this when he was little? Sorry about my taping again. I know it isn’t the greatest but the content is so sweet I wanted to always have it for him. I had to put it on twice because I love how he claps like he has cymbals. Blessings everyone.
“Nana are you going to da fireworks wiff me?”
“Yes, Buddy, Papa and I are going with you,now climb up here on the sink so I can wash you up before we go.”
He climbs up and I get him stripped down and start washing his body because we don’t have time for a bath. I get to his legs and the sink is already black from all the dirt. I am giving his feet a good scrubbing when I hear him yelp,”Owwwwwww,my dog toe!”
I am confused and scared because I love my family’s feet. I can tell you who anybody in my family is just by looking at a picture of their feet. I don’t know why but kissing my grandkids feet is one of my greatest pleasures but I will not kiss an animals foot even if it is attached to my Little Dude. I had to get to the bottom of this.
“Your dog toe?”
“Yes,my dog toe,I got it at Aunt Yinda’s.”
I look down at his big toe and he has a scratch on it. Apparently one of Linda’s dogs nails scratched his big toe and made it bleed a few days before and it was still sore.
Thank heavens it was a booboo.You never know when people will try to scam your grandkids with a lucky dog toe.
Last night the Little Dude got himself in a wee bit of trouble. Trouble follows him around like grease on a french fry and I am not sure why. Well, OK I guess I do know why but still. He is the only boy in a field of pink and long hair girl loveliness and sometimes it takes a toll on him. His parents are trying to raise a guy that knows how to treat girls with respect. It is an on going project that is a hard lesson to learn. He is bigger and stronger than his twin sister. They are three and she is a whopping twenty four pounds so you can knock her over by breathing to hard or turning the ceiling fan on or blinking. He does all three with his hands tied behind his back. That little twin girl can be like a yapping Chihuahua with the heart of a super hero. She is not afraid of anything and she is so stinkin cute that her cunning ways are hard to see. I love watching both of them and some of the antics are almost more than this old heart can stand.
“Brodder, you not my best friend any more and you not my brodder.” Talk about confusing to a Little Dude!
He told his mother what she said and got,”Well, Collin you might not be her best friend today , but you will always be her brother.”
He has to learn that when some one is littler than you they really have the power in the eyes of the adult and rightly so because those little ones can get hurt very easily and his sister has. That doesn’t make it any easier when you are in the heat of the moment. I am so thankful that his parents grew those eyes in the back of their head after they had the kids. They really do keep on top of things but once in a while when you are at a ballgame and big sister is up something happens.
Peyton was playing ball and we were all watching because she hit a home run last time and I wasn’t there. The kids are just learning the fundamentals of the game and everybody is having fun. Her dad’s family are really into sports and they take things very seriously. Me not so much. I am just so thankful that my grandkids have so many fans in the stands. Both sets of grandparents are there plus mom and dad. I love my son-in-laws family and we spend a lot of time together because of the grandkids. I am thankful for them because they love the kids as much as I do. I keep thinking how blessed the kids are because when I was growing up we never had that. There was no money for summer sports and there was always work to do. Even at eight years old I was in the field every day in the summer. I thank God that my grandkids have all of us and I hope He keeps us around for them for a long time. It also helps that there are so many of us to keep track of all the kids on the playground while the game is going on. Sometimes the Little Dude and the Chihuahua can be hard to keep track of.
Little Dude had already been in a sit for five minutes in your car seat in the van because of a sand throwing incident before I even got there. I wondered what happened as Brooke was telling me but didn’t think to much of it. He saw me and sat down beside me and said “I smell something.”
I had gum in my mouth and I laughed because of his sneaky way of asking for a piece.
It was then that I started asking why he had to sit in the van already. Sometimes I feel like a private eye with these kids.
“Why did you have to sit in the van?”
“I was throwing sand,Nana.”
“That’s not good Buddy, you should never throw sand because someone could get it in their eyes and that would really hurt.”
“Nana,dat boy put sand down my back and threw some in my hair.”
I look in his shirt and hair and sure enough he had sand everywhere. It is then and only then I am mad thinking he had to sit in the van because of retaliation. Brooke looks at me all reasonable and says “Mom you always take his side.”
Well, somebody has too and I fit the bill. Even though she is right I can’t help myself. It is hard to be objective when it comes to my grandkids. I really have to work on that. So I thought OK I will try.
“Buddy that wasn’t nice of that kid but you still can’t throw stuff back. That is how people get hurt. If someone does something to you walk away so you don’t get in trouble.”
I could have choked on those words but I said them. I really don’t think that it is so bad defending yourself. That’s what we did when we were little. It was called survival. We had to learn that if you played rough you suffered the consequences. You treated people the way you wanted to be treated and by golly if you wanted sand threw at you go ahead and throw sand. I know that is not how it is done today and I understand but really I can’t help myself when it comes to any of my grandkids. Some kids are bullys and I think Collin encountered one. The real thing here was that he learned how to handle it.
The game went on and after a while I told him he could go play back in the sand. I was watching him take his cowboy boot off and fill it to the brim with the stuff knowing he was looking for buried treasure and dog bones. That’s what he does. It runs in the family. Miss P came up to bat and I was watching her my heart pounding and pleading that she would hit the ball when all of a sudden Collin comes running heaven bent as fast as his little legs could carry him with a sand thrower right behind him. Collin turns on a dime and sits right next to me knowing he is safe. The kid has his hand raised up in the air ready to attack. In my Nana save you voice as mean as I can I look at him and say “ Don’t throw sand.”
The criminal takes off like a scared rabbit and I don’t care. I sneak a look at Brooke and smile. I am wondering if she remembers when her brother threw a corn cob at Darcy Talaski in retaliation.
My reward for heading him off at the pass you ask? It was my Little Dude all snuggled next to me knowing he was vindicated. He knew there was a new sheriff in town and she was nothing to mess with. I know some day when he reads this he will laugh like I am now. My Little Dude and me. It is pure bliss. I love you Collin Michael Merchant even when you have to learn not to throw sand.
I have a little quiz for you today.This is the little Dude and his twin sister.Little Dude was going to Walmart with his Papa today and Little Dudette was going grocery shopping with her Mama.Guess which one got to go and which one didn’t.
Here is how it all started.This morning while talking to Brooke on the phone I was getting lonesome hearing the kids talk in the background.
“Mama you are a princess here.”
Little Dudette must have had a photo album or something and saw Brooke in a prom dress.
“Why aren’t you holding me?”
“Because you weren’t born yet,Honey.”
How I remember the WHY days.There were times that I thought I’d rather have a nail poked in my eye than hear that word again.
Then I heard a little voice,”Is dat Nana?”
“Yes, Buddy it is.”
“Can I talk to her?”
“In a minute.”
“Is it a minute yet?”
We talk for a few more minutes and she hands the phone over to him and he says,”Can you come to my house,I got my tractors back.”
The sad fact is he doesn’t have full use of his farm equipment.If he doesn’t put his toys away they get put up for a week or so and I have seen times that the only thing he has to play with is maybe an empty broken cardboard box and a spatula.I know it’s his own fault but the Nana in me feels sorry for him.Not today though,we got farming to do,the equipment is out and the barn doors are all open.
“Buddy I can’t come now but later on today I can.”
He is sad and then I have The Great Idea.I ask Brooke if he can go with Papa to Walmart and she says yes.We hang up and I get to baking the cookies Alexis needs for her bake sale and a few extra for Little Dude and me when we have our coffee.Don’t worry I make his weak.He loves black coffee.I guess it’s the Hahn in him(my maiden name).Besides that I happen to know he drank part of a wine cooler when he was with his mother last summer.Granted she was in the bathroom and he stole it but still.
About five minutes goes by and the phone rings.It is Brooke and the plans have changed.Collin got picked up for malicious destruction of bathroom property and put under house arrest.No Walmart for him.He allegedly turned on the faucet full boar in the bathroom and was playing in it while the back of the sink and the floor flooded so bad it went down into the basement and left a large puddle.Does anybody know a good lawyer?
Later on in the evening…………..
I go over to the kids house with some stickers and my checkbook.To my surprise Mike tells me that Brooke and Little Dude are on their way to my house and Little Dude gets to spend the night.I could tell he felt sorry for the little guy missing his day out with Papa even though he was the one that made the arrest.I love my son-in-law.I played with my little girls for a bit and then got ready to leave.As I was putting my checkbook away I wondered how much his bail was or if they let him out on his own recognizance.