Spring Has Left the Building

I love my little red car. I’ve had it for two months and two days and the stats from today’s fill up are 34.34 miles per gallon. Dang.. a cute little red car and good mileage too. Now if men could always be this desirable and pleasing. :--)

Today was an Ember day and it was not the best. She’s been very ornery the past few days. I think she realizes she’s being ornery and wishes she could be a pleasant child but it’s just not in her right now. I was going to take her to the shoe store for new sneakers, but it was not worth the stress to both her and me. Buying new shoes is optional at this point and better days will come.

Even though it was cold today (spring has indeed forsaken us), Em and I dressed warmly and took her babies for a walk in the stroller. Well, Em pushed the stroller, I meandered along behind. Aunt Judy gave her twin baby dolls with a stroller for her birthday, and Ember loves them. She sings to them; feeds and burps them; puts them to bed in her own bed. It wasn’t until we were halfway through our walk that she realized she had forgot to bring the receiving blanket she covers them with and wanted to take her own jacket off to cover them! “Babies are cold, Grama. I gotta cover them.” Sweet? Yes, but not practical. I deserve an award for the double stepping and distracting I did to dissuade her from that idea.

Em got a sliver under the right thumbnail this morning. What a scream came out of her mouth. She would not let me look at it. I had to hold her tight, with her kicking and screaming, and then hold her hand still – a feat at which I was not totally successful – in order to get a decent glance at it. I’ll be the first to admit I am not good with slivers. I can handle blood. I can handle soothing a child in an ER getting stitches. I can handle vomit and diarrhea. I cannot handle slivers. When Tony got slivers, his dad took them out. Since Em wanted nothing to do with me touching it, it was OK that I am sliver-challenged. I just talked to Michele who said Em has done nothing but complain about her booboo since she got home and that she was going to work on getting it out after Em got out of the tub. Good luck, Michele!!

Update - Tony just called to say that the sliver is out and boy is it long. They let Em play in her bath until she was all wrinkly and then told her it was a nail cutting day (apparently this is a ritual every once in a while). At the second attempt to cut the nail on the affected thumb, Michele got hold of the sliver just as Em pulled back and out it came.

God I hate to cook. After a challenging day with Ember, the very last thing I wanted to do was cook. Ron had been out all day working at Pine Lake and was tired, more tired than I, so if we were not making reservations for dinner (ha!), I had to make it. I could have gone real sour about the whole thing for I tend to get irked when I assume traditional female roles just because I am female, and when I divorced Patrick, I swore to myself that if I ever married again, which was very far my mind at the time, the man I married would have to understand and accept that I do not cook. But I chose not to go sour and by the time supper was ready, I was fine. Gotta pick one’s battles and tonight was not a night to complain about cooking. Another night will do. :--)

Gas prices - I just filled up at Cumberland and regular unleaded was $3.939 a gallon. Sunoco is $3.979 a gallon. 6.396 gallons of gas cost me $25.13.

Today’s weather - It was a nasty cold day with no sun. I think the temp never got above 52 degrees and as the day progressed, the wind picked up.

Life changes - I am 58 years old and still feel the same aversion to slivers in little fingers as I did 25 years ago when my son was 2 years old. So some things don’t change!