Moving Slow

My back is suffering from a bout of Beans. She spent the night last night and used me for a foot rest for the first part of the night, and as a pillow after that, so I woke up moaning and groaning this morning.

We had fun though.

While we were eating supper last night, she jumped down from her chair and ran off into another room. After about 10 minutes she came back and said, "I'm fru, wipe it." I looked down and there was a little bare butt sticking straight up in the air and a little hand waving a postage stamp sized piece of toilet paper at me. My mind said, "Oh shit", but my body jumped out of the chair and hauled naked kid, butt up, back to the bathroom to do my grandmotherly duty. I was done with supper after that. :-)

At bed time, the second bed time, not the first, Beans wanted me to tell her a story so I told her about The Three Little Pigs and then about The Three Bears. I couldn't remember all the details of those stories so I made some stuff up,,, I wonder if she'll remember my versions when Jerri tells her the correct versions some time?

Dear Lord, I hope not.

I finally talked her into going to bed, for the second time, by telling her we'd use my little clip-on reading light to read some of my book for a bit before we went to sleep. That worked out pretty well cause I am reading a Michael Palmer book and I reckon all those long words about nanotechnology and medicine put her right out.

Pretty much put me right out too.

These kids just crack me up!