Well, gang…I’ve not written in a while because my kids came for a visit. They’re still here.
Pooper is a friggin’ laugh riot and he’s soooo very precious. The kid kills me. When he doesn’t like something, he says, “Me can’t like this, Bubbe”. You know, if you can’t like something, you can’t like it. He also says, “No, thank you” which makes my heart soar. Good manners. We like that. He’s a holy terror when it’s time for a nap, though. Just like his mother was. Gets really active and out of control. You have to say, “Must. Not. Shake. Baby” when he gets like that. My birthday was the 17th and he and his mom arrived that day. I was dog tired, but overjoyed to see them at Port Authority. He came running, smiling and screaming for me. His mom told me later that while they were waiting for me to pick them up he said, “Bubbe’s not coming. Let’s go back to Yaya’s house”. Poor kid. I was late and he was tired. We went to IHOP for all you can eat pancakes. You know, it’s not that easy to get a value out of that because all I can eat is typically three pancakes. Who are they kidding? Pancakes are belly busters, man. But I love them so…
Okay, fast forward to brunch on Sunday with my pals. They’d never met Pooper so it was a blast to watch their surprise at how wonderful he is. Claude brought him a Curious George balloon, which is floating around my bedroom even now. I want to post photos, but I don’t want some stalker coming out…ahem.
Lemme see…oh, so Pooper’s birthday was on the 22nd and we went to Brooklyn for a fete hosted by my pal David. It was fun and Pooper received a nice present: Harmonica. Pre-boiled for safety. He doesn’t know where it is now. (in my purse for safekeeping. and my sanity) Pooper actually has musical talent, but it’s annoying to hear the same riff over and over. I can take but so much.
Koya got sick so we’re trying to nurse her back to health.
They leave Sunday. I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled blogging at that time.
I’ve missed ya, kids