Friday morning, the weekend looming on the horizon. And good news its suppose to be pretty. Warm and sunny. It looks as if Mr. Rain and all his merry little raindrops just might have packed up and left town. At least I hope so. I am having a rummage sale tomorrow. Mostly junk I have drug in from other sales. But my friend Joan, who is an artist is setting up, doing face painting on children. So that sounds like fun. At least I hope so.
Ryan with the dancing blue eyes came yesterday. He never comes when I don't learn a bunch of new things from him. He is full of wisdom, sage advice, many facts and he is only four. He makes me laugh, makes me tired and makes my heart sing. I learned pretty early yesterday that Roaches turn into Ants. Now I don't have Roaches, but I am sure they don't turn into ants. But Ryan seemed very convinced of it. So who am I to argue the fact with one so wise He also told me he only farted because I had fed him. If I would quit feeding him, then he would quit farting. I told him that I hated to quit feeding him and he said, "Good," but he would probably keep farting. And so he did.
He was petting "I" on the bed, he yelled frantically. "Grandma, come here quick. "I" has winkies all over her stomach." Winkies being what little male dogs and boys have, Get my meaning. "No Ryan," I told him. "Those aren't Winkies, there her little Boobies. She's female and she will nurse her puppies that way." "Whats nursing Grandma," he asked wide eyed as he kept checking out her bumps. I quickly took him out of the room to do something else. I was not prepared to teach sex education. I'm only a Granny.
We danced Ryan and I, booging strong to "Good golly Miss Molly. Both of us twisting and turning, jumping and really grooving. He stopped. "I can do a head stand in my dance," he said. "Okay," I said, "Go for it." He did something, it happened so fast I am not sure just what it was. But he was proud of it, so I was proud of him.
When he's two brothers come home from school I learned a few things from them too. One is when two healthy young boys have been in school all day they will wrestle, tease and make each other cry. They also do this to their little brother who waited so patiently for them to come home. They are fighting one minute, laughing with each other the next. So it was cool. Oh yes I also learned just because boys don't like hamburger meat and beans, it doesn't mean they won't like cheeseburgers and they can eat more than one. I only made one each. I will store that in my things to remember.
All in all the two days went rather well I thought. I love both my children with a great intensity. I love my four grandchildren the same way. I also love all my great-grands. Each of them special, each smart, cute. But let me warn you about Ryan with the dancing blue eyes, just in case you ever meet up with him. He will steal your heart before you even know its gone. Then he will ride away just like the cowboys in the old western movies did. And you'll be left alone. So on that sad note, I'll ride on outta Blogland for today. See ya.
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