Seth arrives for his 1st Gentlemen's Friday.
(Notice: Outfit #1)
He arrived with his schedule printed out.
I almost collapsed when I read that the morning nap was from 8:45 - 9:00 A.M.
I complained, "That's not a nap. It's a blink."
I checked the other two naps.
They were also only 15 minutes.
"He must be like his father," I thought.
Then I realized, the 15 minutes was not the length of the nap.
It indicated the window of the start time for naps.
(Notice Outfit #2)
Seth is talking to Gramma.
(Notice Outfit #3)
Nolan has secreted off with the calculator to the dining room.
He pulled out and got into this chair all by himself.
I don't know if he thinks he's playing a game.
He knows he's making numbers.
His favorite number is 0.
Grampa thinks he can put Seth to sleep better than Gramma.
He found Gramma sitting next to Seth as he was sleeping.
I needed to watch in case his pacifier fell out.
Grampa has a little work to do with our little league batter.
He doesn't quite understand which end of the bat to hold.
Grampa decided to take Nolan outside for play.
I wish he would have let me change my clothes
and stop for a "potty" break before they went.
He said the look on my face was even funnier when he announced
he and Nolan were going to go take their naps.
He explained he didn't want to change Nolan's routine.
Nolan is giving Mommy a phone call.
He's letting her know the score.
(Seth is on Outfit #3.
and Gramma is on Outfit #4.)
Nolan and Grampa play with the treasure chest of magnets.
They're uncovering their magnetic personalities.
Nolan was hiding in the bathroom.
He finally came out quickly when I mentioned.
"You better come and see what Grampa is doing."
For whatever reason, Nolan likes to balance on his toy frying pan.
He likes that calculator, too.
Seth resembles the old Gerber baby here.
Notice: Outfit #4.
Tied with Gramma.
He DOES take naps, after all.
And he's content, even if Gramma doesn't shove that pacifier back in.
The California Gentlemen
One of my protégés performing London Bridge.
Easter's on it's way.
How Mousie Lost His Tail
by Gramma and Nathan Goedken
Mousie met a boy he loved very much. He slept with the boy every night. When the boy woke up, the first thing he did was look for Mousie. Then he tucked Mousie under his arm and got out of bed.
When the little boy was sad, he used Mousie to wipe his tears. When the little boy was scared, Mousie showed him how to be brave. The boy knew that Mousie was not scared of anything. When the little boy was happy, he liked to spin Mousie by his tail. Mousie would spin until he was dizzy. When the little boy went in an airplane, Mousie sat with him.
The little boy grew and grew. When he was five, it was time for him to go to school. He told Mousie he wanted to take him with to school. Mousie was very old and knew that mice cannot go to school. It would scare the kids at school. The other kids did not have a mouse for a pal. The boy did not want to go to school without his Mousie.
Mousie wanted to help his boy feel happy to go to school. He knew what he had to do. He wanted his boy to know that he loved him. So he had his tail snipped off, so the boy could put his tail in his pocket.
When he gave the boy his tail for his pocket, the boy was sad that Mousie lost his tail. Mousie said, "I will not miss my tail, if you have it. If you miss me, you can rub my tail. Even if you are not with me, I will still feel you rub my tail. I will send love to you and make you smile. You will have fun and meet new pals. And when the school day is over, you can come home to play with me. Then we can play piano for fun.
God saw that Mousie loved the little boy and was happy. God wanted to give Mousie a gift for being so good. God put Mousie into a deep sleep. God made a new tail for Mousie. The next day, Mousie woke up and saw his new tail. He was very happy with his new tail. He jumped out of bed and said, "God, thank you for my new tail. I know you did this for me. I can feel how much you love me. I love my little boy, because you first loved me."
*No Mousies were harmed in the writing of this blog.
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