Nancy
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All four of my grandchildren are here for a few days. I haven't been able to enjoy their company for quite a while because Joe has been so ill.
They are providing many moments of comic relief.
I've learned that:
Rolling your eyeballs up behind your eyelids until only the whites of your eyes show, is something which should only be done by the diaper set. Old eyeballs have muscles that are too tough. It hurt my eyeballs, anyway. I call it the "whammy eye", my daughter calls it the "possessed child" look. Very scary looking. That's the little one's specialty.
Her brother has his Game Boy surgically attached to his arm. He's got great powers of concentration.
The next one up has just started Little League and is the homerun king of his team. He's very coordinated, as is his brother who is the oldest. He thinks Whoopee cushions are fun.
The oldest boy is 10 and as tall as I am. He'll probably be well above 6 feet. He's also into baseball, in the pony leagues. He can sure hit the ball from those batting machines. I was impressed. It's fun to ask what they want to do as a career. When he was really little, he wanted to be a refuse collector. Last year he wanted to be a heart surgeon, this year he wants to be an attorney. He's very bright (they all are-naturally I'd say that), but is a loquacious fellow and speaks a lot with his hands. Somehow the image of him in scrubs, a mask and a scalpel, fogging up his glasses while he talks away and gesticulating while he talks gives me pause. But I can see him in the courtroom.
We went to the National Baseball Hall of Fame yesterday. Nice place, but a lot more about buying memorabilia than anything else.
They are providing many moments of comic relief.
I've learned that:
Rolling your eyeballs up behind your eyelids until only the whites of your eyes show, is something which should only be done by the diaper set. Old eyeballs have muscles that are too tough. It hurt my eyeballs, anyway. I call it the "whammy eye", my daughter calls it the "possessed child" look. Very scary looking. That's the little one's specialty.
Her brother has his Game Boy surgically attached to his arm. He's got great powers of concentration.
The next one up has just started Little League and is the homerun king of his team. He's very coordinated, as is his brother who is the oldest. He thinks Whoopee cushions are fun.
The oldest boy is 10 and as tall as I am. He'll probably be well above 6 feet. He's also into baseball, in the pony leagues. He can sure hit the ball from those batting machines. I was impressed. It's fun to ask what they want to do as a career. When he was really little, he wanted to be a refuse collector. Last year he wanted to be a heart surgeon, this year he wants to be an attorney. He's very bright (they all are-naturally I'd say that), but is a loquacious fellow and speaks a lot with his hands. Somehow the image of him in scrubs, a mask and a scalpel, fogging up his glasses while he talks away and gesticulating while he talks gives me pause. But I can see him in the courtroom.
We went to the National Baseball Hall of Fame yesterday. Nice place, but a lot more about buying memorabilia than anything else.
