Who's a Fat Bastard - A herd of Grandkids in rubber boots

January 27, 2015

Tree Trimming Freak

      I thought I was dreaming. When Chef Boy R Lisa has a call before 2:00 a.m, I just stay up until she goes to work. That's what I did last night. I was in bed by 1:00 a.m and asleep seconds later. Next thing you know I'm sitting up in bed with a bladder near explosion level and a herd of goats running through my head. Okay, a herd of Grandkids in rubber boots running through my house. Jen had Tamara  let them in.  I was wiping the sleep out of my eyes and pretending to be awake. You know how in the movies the kids all get out of the car and run and hug their Grandparents. Christo lets you get close then drops his face so you get a mouth full of forehead. Bella runs straight past me looking for Nutmeg. I don't blame her, I don't ever sit in her lap.
      Our bed is really high and Nutmeg won't jump down. Nutmeg was still in bed. It took Bella a few minutes to track her down and then she wanted to play with her but Nutmeg has a seven hour bladder too. I let Nutmeg out to do her business. I turn around and there's Bella with her coat on. "Can We play in the yard?" she asked me. "It's too wet and you have school in twenty minutes" came the reply. She took her grumpy little butt over to the couch. "I played outside yesterday!" For such a cute kid she can sure work up the evil eye. It was wet out so I knew Nutmeg probably just peed on the back deck.

Happy Happy

No sooner did I let her back in than she was on Bella's lap and all was forgotten and forgiven. Nutmeg was attached to her lap until it was time for her to go to school. At 8:40 we made our way across the street to school. Bella dropped her back pack in line and tore off to the monkey bars with Christo in hot pursuit. Bella climbed as high as she could while Christo came back to me "The slides are all wet, Papa" disappointment dripping from his words. Then the bell rang.
      When we got back to the house I went to work on yesterday's blog and planted Christo in front of Bananas in Pyjamas. It was a lot easier to leave the TV off when I only had the kids for an hour before school. By the time I was finished writing it had started raining. We spent the next half hour making music. Christo is Bongo Boy. I play guitar and he pounds out the rhythm. His timing has gotten very good. I hear him singing to himself all the time but he stalls when I put a microphone in front of him.
      It was another day of wet air. Hard to complain about it when the last two days were so beautiful. It was nearly lunch time. I can't believe how fast the day goes by when I have the grandkids with me. I made a can of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for Christo.

Hot Soup

I had some homemade Scottish Square Sausage that I got from Willy and Annie.

It took him a long time to eat his lunch because the soup was too hot for him but he wasn't going to leave it behind.
      After lunch the rain let up and we were back to wet air. I had the branches I had pruned from the cherryless tree all over the front yard. They were interfering with the wires coming in from the street. With Christo taking photo's, I lopped off a couple of branches that I had missed.

Then I had Christo help me pick them all up and take them to the back lane where I could cut them up and put them in the green waste bin. He carries them one at a time.

"Look Papa, I'm Helping"

I started cutting the branches into pieces that would fit into the green can while Christo picked them up and put them in, again, one at a time. While telling me what letter they looked like. "Look Papa a Y!" "Look Papa a V" "Look Papa an I" there were a lot of I's! Like all kids he loves to help. With his help we turned that twenty minute job into about an hour and a half. That's when Next Door Gord made an appearance. Christo was back in control of the camera and took about thirty-seven hundred pictures of Next Door Gord.

      "Can I watch a show Papa?" Christo asked. I was feeling guilty about sitting him in front of the TV for most of the morning so I said "No, you can vacuum my truck instead."

Child Labour

I set up the Shop Vac for him, removed and cleaned the floor mats while Christo did the carpets. "You be the picture taker now Papa" I was instructed. " Okay, Boss" I said. " I not the Boss, I'm the kid" he explained like I just fell off the turnip truck.

      We just finished up in time to go get Bella from school. We actually got there before the bell rang for a change. Bella's class was third out the door. Her teacher called me over and told me that Bella had a stomach ache earlier in the day but seemed to be alright now. Bella has been fighting some kind of bug for a while now. It may just be her allergies though. The spring plants are already coming up here already. Snow Bells are out, the crocus are starting to poke through and the fruit trees are budding. That's not good. Mid February, we will have a cold spell that will kill everything. Then we won't have spring flowers. Why do I care about spring flowers? Because the lovely Lisa told me I do!        If Bella was not feeling well you would never know it. She lit up as soon as she saw Nutmeg. Can I watch a show Papa? Bella asked. I sent them down to the Green Room instead. Explaining that Christo had enough TV for one day. "I never saw any TV" She whined. "Life's hard then you go to the Green Room" I said, surely setting Christo up for a major Nuggie! I am learning that there is a huge difference between four years old and six years old. Christo still loves Thomas the Train and Bella calls it a baby show. Christo tries to watch the shows Bella likes but doesn't understand a lot of it. So Bella mostly has to watch what Christo watches. It's hard being a big sister.
      They went down and knocked on Matty's door to see if he was home. He was but he was going to the Canucks game tonight and could only play for a little while. When Matty left they came upstairs so Bella could play with Nutmeg. Shortly after 3:00 Christian came from work to pick them up. I tidied up the kitchen, grabbed a bag of Pork Rinds and turned on the Raptors game.
      My Ho warning came midway through the third quarter with Toronto up by eleven. I was so far ahead I left my chair just long enough to reload my Sun Tea. Usually when I get my Ho warning I have to run around like crazy putting everything back in order.
      The lovely Lisa walked through the door with Butter Chicken for dinner and I don't think I could have loved her more!

Butter chicken and a funky spinach salad

She told me her day was insane. They prepped to feed 300 people. They had 150 extras to feed as well as the regular crew. The extras all ate but daylight exteriors require daylight. So the crew wasn't wrapped for lunch until they were wrapped for the day. Ergo, Butter Chicken for me! A quick run down on the days events a shower and the lovely Lisa was down for the count. It's hard to believe but a 2:45 a.m wakeup call is sleeping in for Chef Boy R Lisa.
      I watched the Canucks lose to the Ducks, again. I let the dogs out one last time and called it a day. I was in bed by 11:00 to make sure my bladder would wake me up before Papa Squatch Dayscare starts without me!

That's all I've got

Till Next time

Peace out Y'all

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