84 year old Grandmother

My grandmother is 84 years old. We are moving her to our town this weekend. Last Friday my mom, kids and I went to her house to start packing. When we left one of the toilets was clogged, but we didn't have a plunger so we left it to fix when we came back on Monday. We went back on Monday and fixed the problem.

Today, I took my wet laundry to my mom's house to dry and I heard the tail end of a message from a very frantic Grandmother. I called my mom to let her know that Grandma called to say her water was running and wouldn't shut off. I pictured her toilet over flowing and water, water everywhere.

Mom called and my Grandmother said that the toilet wasn't overflowing, but that there was water running and she couldn't find where it was. Hazel, a neighbor came over and couldn't find it either. By this time my Grandmother was in the crawl space under the house. Finally, my mom called my Dad's father to go and see if he could find it. Now, you have to understand that my 84 year old Grandmother wears hearing aids sometimes and my Grandfather wears his sometimes also. I am not sure about Hazel. So we have three senior citizens, two of which can't hear very well trying to find water that is running. My grandfather looked in the bathroom and then went under the house into the crawl space. He couldn't find any water anywhere. Finally He decided it must be the fan in the bathroom. Sure enough, he shut off the fan switch and the water stopped. We were just thankful that someone figured out where the water was coming from, who would have thought a fan ;-)

Your sins will find you out...

This morning, we did school. After our worksheets, Azariah was under the little table. He had green on his lips. I asked him if he ate a crayon. He lied and said no. He was disciplined for lying.

Well, my children have been sick with a 24 hour bug. Today was Azariah's day and the first time he threw-up, it had bits of green crayon in it. Have you ever seen what bile does to a crayon? Well let's say it isn't very fun trying to get it out of the carpet. Stomach acid does wonders on wax.

What is that on your foot?

Today as we were getting ready to go to a birthday party, Azariah comes in wearing my hiking boots. This isn't totally unusual but he doesn't do it that often anymore. I asked him to take off my boots and get ready to go. He then informs me that his foot is dirty. So taking his foot out of MY hiking boot I glance at it and see mud on the bottom of his foot squished up between his toes. I continue washing dishes as I tell him to wash it off in the sink and that he shouldn't but shoes on when he has mud on his foot.

Azariah dutifully gets up on the bathroom sink and cleans his foot. He then gets down and I asked where he got the mud on his foot. It hasn't rained here for awhile and so most mud puddles are dry. Azariah then informs me that it wasn't mud but dog poop.

At this point I am thinking of my defiled hiking boots and bathroom sink. I take him into the shower and I wash his foot and hands and then scrub down the sink. He was also told not to but shoes on if he steps in dog poop with bare feet.

The joy of little ones.

Hot Chocolate Anyone?

I made my children some Swiss Miss Hot Cocoa. They like to drink it with spoons which I am not thrilled with because of the mess. Usually down their front from tipping the spoon before it is to their mouth. I left them for a few minutes as I put a load of laundry in the dryer. I came back to find Azariah with Cocoa in his hair and running down his face. It is also all over his shirt and Tirzah's shirt. Now I realized that this arrangement on Hot Cocoa on my son was not what is usually produced by drinking it from the spoon.

Mom: "Azariah, what happened to you?"
Azariah: "Tirzah spilt her hot cocoa on me."

It wasn't until the next day that I finally found out that she didn't spill it on him, she actually spit it on him...