Alexander has always been a child after my own heart. You remember him. I am talking about Alexander, the five or six-year-old protagonist of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
Allie is almost four and Charlotte is almost one. They are awaiting a new baby brother who is scheduled to arrive in May. Allie is a typical first child. She worries about everything. Charlotte is the typical second child. She doesn’t worry about anything since Allie will worry for her.
I just love being a grandmother. Baby Boy Smith will increase my tribe to eight.
There are still a lot of days when I feel as though I, too, woke up with chewing gum in my hair, and chewing gum in the hair was the best part. The day went downhill rapidly from that point on. This past month was filled with Alexander kind of days. If anybody believes in spiritual warfare, I do.
We had unscheduled surgical procedures for family members, computer viruses, computer crashes, Blackberry crashes, and a shipper who was four days late delivering our March magazine. He put a whole new spin on the concept of “customer service” when he arrived at the storage unit, called me before 8 am and told me I needed to get over there to “help” him unload the magazines. Excuse me. We pay his employer well for “shipping.”
Anyhow, Kari and I managed to move 22,000 magazines from the driveway to the storage unit in about an hour and a half. Kari’s only comment amid my grumbling was, “Well. At least it is not raining.” You have to love her attitude. She is forever the sweet one with the “Winnie the Pooh” outlook balancing my Eeyore kind of outlook on life.
Anyhow, Kari and I managed to move 22,000 magazines from the driveway to the storage unit in about an hour and a half. Kari’s only comment amid my grumbling was, “Well. At least it is not raining.” You have to love her attitude. She is forever the sweet one with the “Winnie the Pooh” outlook balancing my Eeyore kind of outlook on life.
over∙whelm – to overpower - I am frequently overhwhelmed by the glitches and the things I can’t control.
Over∙come – to prevail (I think prevailing is very Biblical)
I finally remembered after a nervous breakdown or two exactly who is in charge of the magazine and that He has overcome the world. I decided to let Him have it. Things got a lot better after that.
I thought I would show you my most recent pics of my Denver grandchildren. I am headed to see them next weekend. Even though every muscle and joint in my body will ache by the time I head home, it is so worth it to spend a few days in their world.
I thought I would show you my most recent pics of my Denver grandchildren. I am headed to see them next weekend. Even though every muscle and joint in my body will ache by the time I head home, it is so worth it to spend a few days in their world.
Allie is almost four and Charlotte is almost one. They are awaiting a new baby brother who is scheduled to arrive in May. Allie is a typical first child. She worries about everything. Charlotte is the typical second child. She doesn’t worry about anything since Allie will worry for her.
I just love being a grandmother. Baby Boy Smith will increase my tribe to eight.
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