Excuse my jumbled thoughts, they were composed on the fly in a much more coherent way but too many have bottled in my brain like a traffic jam and now it's just not as pretty!
Ada loves Laurie Berkner, a singer for kids. Well there is one song called Victor Vito she really likes. I just figured out why. Listening to the lyrics the first line is: "Victor Vito and Freddie Fasco ate a burrito, with Tabasco." Only Ada hears: "Victor Vito and Freddie Fasco, Ada Burrito and Tabasco."
Owen and Clara have been busy this weekend. I love watching their reading and writing bloom. Clara is more interested in spelling and reading. She's paired up with the spelling queen, Lilah. (Good choice!) Owen prefers writing and drawing her words. So I came downstairs to find out house labeled. Each room has a drawing and a label as to what the room is... Pictures later.
Lilah was inspired and did her own label for her room. There is a paper cup, taped to a piece of paper that says: If you find money, put it in the cup, it's for tzedakah. She also learned to make her own beaded kippot. (I have these pictures but they aren't up yet.)
The little girls all cleaned their rooms nicely because of the Jewish House Fairy.
Benjamin had a rough weekend. Due to my error we didn't get his medication refilled. Then today he slept through the day waking up at 5:30 p.m. It was a crazy day and both Kevin and I thought that the other had him up and that he was peacfully hanging in his room. Oops.
Grandma is much the same. And I know some of you are really sorry that she decided to die during NaBloPoMo, but the writing it out has been good for me. Today she was only semi-lucid, but I'd never admit that to her. I was trying to make conversation, so I said, "Grandma, it looks like you've lost some weight." "Obsome bait?" she asked. "No, lost some weight." "Obsome bait?" "Grandma, you must be misunderstanding me..." She frowns, "Noooo." I tried again, "Grandma, I must be mumbling..." "Yes," she agreed with a big smile.
While I was sitting there holding her hand she slept. She woke up once and said to me, "I'm not sure why I'm holding this box." When I asked her what box, she moved her hand to indicate that she thought MY hand was a box. I said, "That's my hand." She smiled, "Ooooo." I could hear the "silly me" implied in the sound.
Mom is not dealing well living with her at the nursing home, of which mom was a resident first. Mom is calling me to say Grandma is colder, mottled, having periods of apnea. I rush over and she points to Grandma, "Can't you see why I called?" No, I can't. She looks exactly the same. I just nod and tell her I'll come every time to hold HER hand if she needs it. I let her know that I understand how hard it is on her.
You just don't know what to expect. I explained it to a nurse today: When labor is approaching, you know it's coming. You probably know the signs. You probably know what to look for. You might start having contractions. You might even think, "Ah, this is labor." But then the contractions stop. You know that they will start again one day, but you're not sure when. All you know is soon.
All we know is soon. We don't know when. And thankfully this is no induction at this end of the life cycle.
