Guess who came to visit?

Hope everyone had a long, restful weekend.

We did.

Well. Sort of.

I haven’t quite figured out how come you can clean your closet to OCD perfection and then a week later you find yourself in the closet wondering how it looks like a bomb went off in there.
The 16 year old rack in my closet finally gave out and all the clothes slid to the floor. From that point, it was a hopeless mess. Shaun rushed out to Home Depot and got the stuff to fix it and within ten minutes of putting it down in our house, it was lost in the clutter. Three weeks later it pops up in the garage. If it’s not nailed down, it somehow ends up in the garage.
He fixed it and I went about the task of reorganizing the closet. After I finished getting everything in there, it looked like another bomb went off. It’s hopeless.

Shaun did taxes. ’nuff said. His eyebrows were either burrowed together or hidden in his hairline. We tried to tiptoe around him most of the day. Well, except for Jeremiah who would grab his baseball and scream down the hallway, “BUH-DEE! BUUUUHHH-DEE!”

It’s funny how the relationship in the house has developed. He has his days were only ‘My Mommy’ will do and others were he spends endless amounts of time trying to get Tyler to notice him. At certain times only “buddy” will do. He only comes to me at that certain time of the night when he’s ready to sit down on the bed and find his ‘motes’ (Remotes) and watch his ‘gains’ (Backyardigans)
Mornings belong to Nay-Nay (Rina) and when he gets home and spends time with his mom, he wants I-I-aya (Alyx) or Aya (Shea) to play with him.
Our world is his world and he is our boss. He yells for whomever he wants. If you don’t answer him he will clap at you to pay attention, while yelling your name. Jeremiah has become, ‘he who will not be ignored’.

We had the grandbaby here this weekend for several, precious hours. We fought over who got to hold her. I couldn’t look away from her sweet, round face. I’m waiting for the day where they make a spoon that allows you actually eat up the goodness. I’ve cried tears bigger than her little fingernails.

It was a good weekend. How was yours?