This blog doesn't have much of a title, I know. But its the message that's important.
I've been in Orange Park with my Great Grandmother for the past 5 days while her daughter, my Grandmother, is in New Jersey helping to move her Aunt down here to live with them. The first 3 days were a giant headache. I'm not even gonna lie. I was miserable. Grandma Rose (Great Grandmother) has such a particular way of life and with her being 94 (96?) she hasn't had kids around to worry about for quite a while. Well, I'm here with my 2 year old son who is constantly "making a mess." I'm glad she's never seen my house on a bad day... if a blanket, pillow and hotwheel on the couch constitutes as a mess here then she'd never make it through my front door.
Eh, while I'm on the subject I'll mention a few of her other perks... if my son uses a fork he's going to hurt himself, what she wants for dinner in the morning she never wants in the evening, she's always trying to get you to eat, she has a tendency to wake up my son whenever he's sleeping, I have to repeat everything I say to get her to hear me, she renamed my son "Buster", ribs tender enough to eat with a fork are too tough, "Do you want to make some eggs for the baby" really means "I want some eggs", she insists that CDs are called records and cinnamon rolls are "cake biscuits". Phyllis is now Priscilla (her other daughter) and I am now Venus (my mother). Rain is exciting enough to announce 8 times in 30 seconds and she REALLY likes all the cute little houses on Suzanne Road. She loves to talk really loud, 2.00 for a shirt is too expensive, she watches tv shows to admire their furniture, if you don't eat as soon as you wake you're breaking some sort of rule, one "bad" experience at a restaurant and she will never go back, she knows what animals will show up in the backyard just by looking at the sky and she wont go to bed until we all do. She pretends she can't cook when Grandma is home yet she's cooked 4 times since I've been here. When you mention a state the first thing she does is ask if you've had their fruit. Apparently I'm Phyllis' daughter (that would me my Mom, not me) and all kids should be potty trained by 16 months. On a side note though, she tells really great ghost stories :)
I've been in Orange Park with my Great Grandmother for the past 5 days while her daughter, my Grandmother, is in New Jersey helping to move her Aunt down here to live with them. The first 3 days were a giant headache. I'm not even gonna lie. I was miserable. Grandma Rose (Great Grandmother) has such a particular way of life and with her being 94 (96?) she hasn't had kids around to worry about for quite a while. Well, I'm here with my 2 year old son who is constantly "making a mess." I'm glad she's never seen my house on a bad day... if a blanket, pillow and hotwheel on the couch constitutes as a mess here then she'd never make it through my front door.
Eh, while I'm on the subject I'll mention a few of her other perks... if my son uses a fork he's going to hurt himself, what she wants for dinner in the morning she never wants in the evening, she's always trying to get you to eat, she has a tendency to wake up my son whenever he's sleeping, I have to repeat everything I say to get her to hear me, she renamed my son "Buster", ribs tender enough to eat with a fork are too tough, "Do you want to make some eggs for the baby" really means "I want some eggs", she insists that CDs are called records and cinnamon rolls are "cake biscuits". Phyllis is now Priscilla (her other daughter) and I am now Venus (my mother). Rain is exciting enough to announce 8 times in 30 seconds and she REALLY likes all the cute little houses on Suzanne Road. She loves to talk really loud, 2.00 for a shirt is too expensive, she watches tv shows to admire their furniture, if you don't eat as soon as you wake you're breaking some sort of rule, one "bad" experience at a restaurant and she will never go back, she knows what animals will show up in the backyard just by looking at the sky and she wont go to bed until we all do. She pretends she can't cook when Grandma is home yet she's cooked 4 times since I've been here. When you mention a state the first thing she does is ask if you've had their fruit. Apparently I'm Phyllis' daughter (that would me my Mom, not me) and all kids should be potty trained by 16 months. On a side note though, she tells really great ghost stories :)

