Tuesday, August 31, 2010

My crazy grandkids, part II

Once again, I was put in charge of my grandkids, Bear and Bunny Bunny Bun Bun, while their mother, WCK, was at kindergarten. I was a little apprehensive after what happened last time, but they were so nicely dressed that I was sure they'd behave themselves.

Well, it didn't take long after kindergarten drop-off for all heck to break loose. First, they got into the laundry I was folding and threw it everywhere.

Then they decided to inflict psychological torture on the cat.

They tried playing hide-and-seek ... in the crock pot.

Don't even ask me how they got up here.

I'd had enough. Before WCK left for kindergarten, I'd asked her what I should do if her kids were naughty again. She said, "Just call their usual babysitter."
Their usual babysitter? Who is their usual babysitter?
Her name is Lizzie.

As you might imagine, Lizzie is tough. You don't mess with Lizzie. She was a lifesaver. She had them quietly doing chores around the house in no time. Whew.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Ramona Forever

When I was growing up, one of my favorite book series was the Ramona series by Beverly Cleary. I bought WCK a collection of Ramona books for her fifth birthday, hoping that she'd enjoy them as much as I had. Also, I wanted to show her that there are much better alternatives to (gag) those awful Junie B. Jones books.

My plan worked. WCK loved Ramona, and we spent the entire summer reading all eight books in the series. I looked forward to reading every night, so I could re-live the Ramona adventures I'd long forgotten about. Remember when she gets mad at her family and gets revenge by squeezing an entire tube of toothpaste into the sink? Or when she tries to be funny by cracking open a hard-boiled egg on her head ... only to realize her mom packed a raw egg in her lunch by mistake? Or when she wore her pajamas to school under her clothes? Or when Picky-Picky died? I could go on and on.

I'd never read the last book in the series, Ramona's World, because it was published in 1999, so it was fun to discover a new Ramona book together. We went to the Ramona and Beezus movie, which was actually pretty good, and not just because Aidan from Sex and the City played the dad. Although that did help.

Our Ramona reading prompted Jay to run out to the library and get the Henry Huggins books. Every night, I'd read a chapter of Ramona, and then Jay would read a chapter of Henry. Ramona makes cameo appearances in the Henry Huggins books, too.

When we got to the last chapter of Ramona's World, WCK and I actually felt a little sad. We talked about how much we'd miss Ramona, but I told her that pretty soon, she'll be reading by herself and she can read all of the Ramona books over and over again.

Our next book series? Little House! Aw, yeah! Take that, Junie B. Jones!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Meet my grandson, Bunny Bunny Bun Bun

Yesterday morning before school, WCK appeared in the kitchen with a doll stroller containing Bear and Bunny Bunny Bun Bun. Attached to the stroller was a camera, as well as baskets containing supplies, such as plastic food, bibs, and toys.

WCK informed me that these were her kids, and, seeing as I was their grandmother, it was my job to look after them all day while she was in school. She left strict instructions: "You can take them anywhere you want, except the desert, because they are both very scared of rattlesnakes."

My plans to explore the vast deserts of Kansas City dashed, I decided we'd spend the day hanging out around the house. Like a good grandma, I took photos to show WCK what her kids had been up to all day. First, we got out the toys she'd packed and played for a while:

We hung out with Garland:

We went outside, although we only went on the back deck, out of fear of neighbors, I mean rattlesnakes, spotting us:

We worked up big appetites hiding from rattlesnakes, so it was time to put on bibs and enjoy a healthy lunch of plastic vegetables:

And then a good nap in WCK's bed:

After their nap, I left them sitting quietly, nicely reading Bear's favorite book ...


Whew. I finally got them down. That was a close one. WAIT A MINUTE! NOW THEY'RE ON TOP OF THE LAMP!!! Those dang kids!

WCK found it hilarious that they'd climbed so high. Easy for her to say; she's off at luxurious kindergarten all day while I have to chase after her children. I was worn out. The time to go pick up their mother could not come soon enough.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The shirt is back!

My first round of Revlimid (or, technically, my 27th round of Revlimid) was a success! My M-spike dropped from 3.5 to 3.0. Yay!

See? I told you bad medicine is what I needed.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Today was


and everyone survived. I clearly remember crying for my mother on my first day of kindergarten, but WCK was completely calm and composed. Her school offered a little gathering for parents called "Tea and Tissues". Right after drop off, you could come hang out with the other parents, have a doughnut, and cry if you wanted to. Really, I think it was a way to bribe parents away from hanging out in the kindergarten classroom all morning. If you leave your kid, you get a doughnut. Mmm, yummy doughnut.

WCK wanted to know why it was called "Tea and Tissues."

"You can go have tea with the other moms and dads," I said. "And they have tissues, in case some of the moms and dads cry."

WCK was floored by this. "Why would the moms and dads cry?"

"Because we'll miss you so much," I said. "Maybe I'll cry. I'll miss you. Are you sure you don't want to skip kindergarten and stay home with me?"

WCK did not have time for this nonsense.

"Mama," she said impatiently, "I need to go to kindergarten so I can learn. Maybe it would help you if you had a stuffed animal with you."

Hmm. Maybe it would.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Nervous breakdown

I've been away from the blog for a while. I'm happy to say that WCK passed the "turtle" level at swimming lessons and is now an official duck. We took a trip to Omaha to see college friends (and their kids), who we haven't seen in a long time. WCK and I have been spending many hot days swimming in an icy-cold pool near our house. We got together with our moms' group and built gumball machines. (Actually, the moms built the gumball machines while the kids lost interest and ran off to play. Mine looks like it was crafted by a five-year-old, though, so I think I'll tell everyone WCK built it herself.)

Mostly, though, I've been spending most of August trying really hard not to have a complete nervous breakdown about


It's in two days. Really, it will be fine. Fine. Just fine. Do you think parents are allowed to bring along a personal bottle of wine to the FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN? It wasn't listed on the school supply list, but I think it should be.