I'm home with the kids today, Luke had his adenoids out and tubes put in his ears yesterday. We're supposed to be laying low and taking a day off to recover. I think he was fully recovered by 6am this morning when he woke up wild-eyed and bushy-tailed. He voluntarily undressed himself as he watched me folding the clean laundry, most of it his. He was ready to go, wanted to get in play clothes and get in the car. Mind you, most mornings it is a fight to strip him of his pj's, his security blanket it seems. Today though, no problem. So after diaper changes and bottle making we headed to see Gramma LaSarso. She's failing in health but is still a tough German with a stubborn-streak that runs deep. In her den is a small plastic basket of cars, a few Army men, and a big school bus that was given to her in honor of her years as a school bus driver for mentally handicapped kids. Luke remembers the basket, running straight for it everytime we go visit. The entire car ride today he said "bus" and "aww-ed" with huge exclamations when he finally got to play with it. He even shared it with Ellie for a brief moment.
As we were leaving she said, "yup Aim you're lucky to have such beautiful children. You're getting to be such a good cook, and a great little mother. A nice family you have."
I smiled, said thanks, told her I loved her and kissed her.
Never to be one without honesty she left me with this: "A boy and girl. So nice. And that's enough you know, you don't need anymore. Jeez."