I had started this post at home when I got the phone call from my sister that Bumpa was back in the hospital. I'm now typing from the hospital where he is in ICU and my boys are at a friend's house (Thanks Nicole) and Special K is in the Baby Bjorn as I type. Bumpa will be ok. Lots of tubing, but he's more responsive than he was this morning when the ambulance was called. He was dehydrated and may have a bacterial infection in his stomach... blah blah blah.
Parkinson's Disease sucks. This man is so good and has done nothing but good in his life and now his last years are physically from hell. So we stopped to hang out with Bumpa and Grammy and Auntie Lynn and will do so for awhile. Superhero is down in IA with his Grandpa Bob who is in the hospital too, but doing better. Getting old ain't for sissies... so Grandpa Bob says.
In the meantime, I need to try to get K to nap and figure out how to be a Maba and a daughter and a good one at that. Below is the original post...
ORIGINAL:
The infamous Dollar General.
Me(in my head): Sh**.
Me (out loud): Really. Ok, we'll go check it out after DQ.
So we hit the DQ (this was just me and the boys - which automatically includes K when I say that - my Superhero was off coaching a game). I was holding K and gripping Thing 2's hand so he would not run off. 2 does NOT care for ice cream though he always asks for it. So we order and then Maba gets seconds!
Special K has no idea what to do here. I thought she'd love to play with the spoon - especially because it's a DAIRY QUEEN spoon! My favorite! But she gave me a look like - what is this? and continued to try to eat the edge of the table by her. She shall soon learn the awesomeness of DQ. One of my most favorite places on earth. Coffee shops are a close 2nd. Any coffee shop. Well, almost any.
I cannot imagine having a kid who doesn't like Dairy Queen.
Thing 2 may be going that way.
I hope K does not.
Ok, so we are done eating and off we walk to the white-ish/yellow-ish building (see above) that Thing One described earlier to me in detail. Thankfully it was right next door. In we walk and they only have one toy aisle which of course is now just filled with sandbox and swim toys. No light-up Power Rangers.
Drum roll please.
Thing One and I spot, on a top shelf, some light-up toys.
No, not the Power Rangers.
Unfortunately, I have to admit Thing One does not have ESP.
However, in a box are the cheapest looking light-up robots I have ever seen. I should really have taken a picture, but mind you I am alone with a babe on my hip and trying to keep Thing 2 from dissembling the displays throughout the store while arguing with Thing One about WHY he cannot have the light-up robot.
But Ma-om, it's only one dollar!
Me (in my head): oh wow, he can figure that out now?
Ma-om, I was not coming here just for light-up Power Rangers, but for something. I'm NOT going to walk out of here with NOTHING!
And he sits on the floor.
I was NOT going to give in and buy a cheap, break-on-the-way home, lead-infested made and painted in China-cheap (did I say that already?) toy. I threatened (I do that a lot and it really has to stop) that the choice he was making would cost him computer time and that motivated him to get up off the floor and rejoin me and the others in walking out to the car.
