Tired? I’m Not Tired, Oma!

They have arrived! Carson made himself right at home with the Cheerios… I don’t mind that so much – but he has learned to put his own boots on recently. He has also learned that Cheerios being squished under one’s boot makes a very satisfying, crunchy mess.

While Mom went out on the town with Aunty Em, Carson and I went to visit Gramma Dot. He went straight to her baking cupboard and got out the measuring cups (he also knows where to find the soda crackers, and is not shy about bringing them to Gramma Dot so that she can get him some).

As the video shows, the latest fave thing at Gramma Dot’s house is trying to figure out how to work the walker. One time, Ruby’s grandson put Carson on the seat and Ruby drove him all over the house. He’s trying to figure out how to get it moving now on his own, but so far, none of us have cracked and shown him how to work the brakes…

We had a good visit – Carson wore himself out, but of course, would not admit it. Ruby and I, on the other hand are tuckered enough to just crawl into bed now.

I Don’t Know About ‘Big Girls’, but ‘Grown Men’ Cry at the Drop of a Hat…

Well, the Reno from Hell is back full blast. For weeks, nothing – and then as soon as Ky tells me she’s coming to visit with the baby for the weekend, Reno Dude texts to tell me he’ll be pounding away over our heads all day…

Kyla and Carson will arrive any minute. Meanwhile, the street is blocked, along with a parking lot and the sidewalk. It’s amazing how much equipment is required just to get drywall in the building.

Drywall sheets are approximately a millimeter too wide to go up the attic stairs. Wanna see a grown man cry? How ’bout three grown men? Not pretty.

I think the worst is over, now… Reno Dude is singing,”Gotta keep oooon keepin’ oooon,” as he goes up and down and up and down and up and down the three storeys from the street to that attic…

Funny as hell, though…