to your mother


Monday, October 18, 2010

The Quilt

We had a great visit yesterday at Mom and Dad's. We took some soup and spicy shrimp to share, Mike hung a lower bar in Mom's closet so she can reach her hanging clothes (how long since the stroke? That's a long time to be throwing your clothes on the floor), and we just overall listened to two under the age of three yell, scream and shriek and watched Dad climb the stairs for his "time out" from it all.

Mom, ever the avid sewer, is on the verge of completing her second quilt since the stroke. A dear friend Jean has been assisting Mom with maneuvering the mammoth project and supervising to make sure that all the squares line up. Mom seems to have enjoyed the process. Sorry to all you quilt-admirers...Mom claims she is keeping this one for her own bed...finally a quilt she will keep!

On another note, Dad made me aware that Mom has been perusing this blog. I must remember this as I muse about my adventures with the lady...I would hate for her to disapprove of my language or other such important things.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Mom Called Me This A.M.

At 8:34 this morning Mom called me. Usually when she calls this early, it means she needs me to figure out what thought is trapped in her head by playing a game of 20 questions (read: 1,000 questions) that lasts an hour (read: however long we can stand it).

Today was a trying game of "guess-what-my-thoughts-are-by-asking-me-questions-and-I'll-reply-yes-or-no-with-different-inflections-in-my-voice". I was close to tears three times.

The first tear session was after awhile when Mom had desperation in her voice, becoming frustrated because I was way off track. In the background, Julie was screaming bloody-you-took-my-toy and Joe was screaming nanny-nanny back. I went downstairs to hide in the laundry room.

After more questions, more frustration and a cry of exasperation from Mom, the kids found me huddled in the laundry room and continues their scream-fest 2010. Enter into tear-session #2. After a deep breath, I loured the screaming meanies into the family room with some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and locked myself into the extra bedroom.

After regrouping with repeating what I had figured out so far, Mom wanted me to call someone, someone who was not in her address book, someone whose phone number I could not look up and she wanted me to call today, I remembered that during our last visit she had asked me to order her a ring from a catalog. I finally figured out how to size her finger and had planned to measure her the next time we were up. I asked "Is this about your ring?" "YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" was the woman's exclamation. Tear-session #3 commenced along with lots of laughter. As the laughing quieted, I could see little lips beneath the locked door and a little voice saying "Mama? My come in now?" That made Mom laugh even more.

It's amazing how connected Mom and I can be. It may take us 25 minutes to get there, but we don't give up on each other. I encourage her, she encourages me and usually we can figure out what is trapped in her brain. I don't wish this situation upon anyone...ANYONE...but what a blessing I can pick up the phone and hear Mom's voice on the other end of the line with her sweet"LO?"

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


it's all good and sometimes...

not so much.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Quote From Joe

"Dad-e, dose not jams!"

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The Return of the Stomp Rocket

While visiting Mom and Dad a few weeks ago, we got out the stomp rocket for a little fun.

Mom was in awe of Joe's grace and skill for stomping the rocket.

She stomped her good foot and watched with delight as that sucker soared.

Dad stomped the rocket with pizazz and finesse, using his secret-side-step-technique.
You know, it's not a party till the stomp rocket comes out.

Friday, October 8, 2010

What Tee-Ball Has Taught This Mama

Don't worry.

He will listen.

Just stand back and close your mouth.

He can get himself together all on his own.

Three years old is not too young.

He can be a part of a team.

This one goes out to Coach Barry for allowing me to close my mouth and be a good Mama!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Tradition Continues

We recently spent some time at Mom and Dad's to take care of some seasonal business...

Paul is usually positioned here.

He takes this job very seriously, setting up before-hand to ensure the perfect shot.

Mom and Dad attempt to get up off the couch after their job in the process is done.

Dad was able to raise himself without assistance and left Mom high and dry (can't blame him, he's gotta bum back, ya know).

Paul showed his good side when asked to pose with Mom after all is said and done.

Pure Joy.

Friday, October 1, 2010

And Now You Know...

the rest of the story.