Sick & Sorry

Lacking just the right words for a title for this entry. The closest I can come to it is Sick & Sorry. I’ve been sick for 4 days now. Running a low grade fever off and on, coughing, sneezing, slight headache. I’m constantly on the go. I’m always expected to be someone’s caregiver in some way or another. I try to do what I can to help my family and extended family. I try to be there for the people I care about, friends included. BUT it’s time for me to slow down and take some time to take care of me. Along with the severe arthritis pain in my lower extremities and spine, I have a head cold that doesn’t seem to be getting better. I’m trying to rest, drink lots of fluids and take care of me for a change. This just doesn’t seem to sit well with some people though. For some reason they feel they have been let down; disappointed in some way. Is it too much to ask for a few days to get well? I’m sorry I’m human. I get sick; not often but it does happen. After many harsh words being said, I’m left feeling like the bad guy, like I’m the one at fault…and for what? For not being able to do what someone else wants me to do. For being sick and trying to take it easy. Forgive me for being human. I’ll try not to let it happen again.

The Bear Went Over The Mountain

When I was a young girl, I was in the Girl Scouts. Every summer, we had what they called “Day Camp” where all the scouts and their troop leaders spent the week camping. Actually, we were picked up each evening to go home and the last day was the only overnighter. We had fun playing games, doing crafts, singing songs around the campfire and cooking our favorite snacks like Smores.

One of the songs we sang was ‘The Bear Went Over The Mountain.’ Up until today, I never really knew the correct lyrics and I’m surprised at how different I learned it as a kid in the Girl Scouts. I guess the Girl Scouts changed it to make it a Girl Scout song. The problem is, I could never remember exactly how we sang it back then so I made up my own version. It goes like this:

The bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain to see what he could see.

He saw a bunch of Girl Scouts, he saw a bunch of Girl Scouts, he saw a bunch of Girl Scouts, and what do you think he did?

He ate up all the Girl Scouts, he ate up all the Girl Scouts, he ate up all the Girl Scouts, and what do you think he did?

He puked up all the Girl Scouts, he puked up all the Girl Scouts, he puked up all the Girl Scouts, and what do you think he did?

I stopped at this point, as I could never think of what could possibly come next. Anyway, the whole point of this story is that I was singing my version of this song (and other songs too) to my 19 month old grand daughter last night while trying to rock her back to sleep. She was drifting off slowly, occasionally opening her eyes. Her nose was a little stuffy and she was uncomfortable but she was obviously trying to fall back asleep. When I got to the last verse ‘He puked up all the Girl Scouts,’ Doodle Bug opened her eyes and very loudly responded, “Gross!” I didn’t realize she was even listening to me. It was a moment I won’t soon forget!

How To Keep A Toddler Busy (Second of Series)

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D.M. watched diligently as Grampa made a chocolate cake this evening. He eyed the beaters as Grampa put them in the sink. I’m sure he wasn’t too happy about that! After Grampa got the cake mix poured into the pan, he gave D.M. the bowl to “lick.” This kept him occupied for a bit. He didn’t make as big of a mess as anticipated – the kid has pretty good aim most of the time when it comes to food. Even on his first birthday, not much of the cake ended up on the floor. Now to get him to bed after all that sugar!

How To Keep A Toddler Busy (First of a Series)


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My grandson, D.M. is almost 2 years old now. I can’t believe how he’s grown! He’s been in his terrible twos for quite awhile. His attention span is next to nothing. His mind must be racing with all the thoughts of what he can get into next. He should be exhausted by the end of the day. I know I am, just from trying to keep up with him all day! It’s hard to keep him occupied. Sometimes, he finds something interesting to do on his own…..

I was peeling potatoes one day and he thought he would help me. He pulled a chair up to my utility cart, retrieved a potato from the potato bin, opened the silverware drawer and pulled out a spoon. Then he got up on the chair. Away he went….he worked at that potato for several minutes, then gave up. I can imagine how that potato would’ve looked if he had stayed interested long enough!