Imagine all the ways that we communicate today. Just the other day all we had were smoke signals and the pony express and now we have so many different ways that it can be a little confusing.
My grandmother Rudolph was a great resource. She had stories about life that spanned the covered wagon to the supersonic age. When Grandma was a young woman up in the Innisfail area, her mother became seriously ill. The doctor made a decision that my great grandmother should be hospitalized immediately. A sleigh was sent out and gallons of hot water were provided in buckets to provide some comfort for the cold, snowy ride. Imagine that today a helicopter might be dispatched from Calgary and almost immediate attention might be given.
Anyway, I digress.
Last week we had the delightful opportunity to grandparent 3 of the grandchildren while Kristy and Lee went to Los Angeles. One year old twins whose greatest frustrations are in not being able to communicate freely express themselves most ably through loud screaming. They were absolutely wonderful as long as we were able to surmise their every wish. On the rare occasion when we weren't 100% tuned into them, our home became a tornado of screams, tears and anguish. Predictably Sol learned to take steps while here so that he could entertain his parents upon their return.
The twins have discovered that their teeth make excellent offensive and defensive weapons. If one of the toddlers takes something from the other, a wildly ferocious brother charges with fangs bared. Happens in the blink of an eye, cute to watch but incredibly effective.
Who needs pacifiers when you have chocolate!!
My apologies to my brother Bob for the following story.
While we were in Hawaii, Sam and I had occasion to be walking to the elevators together. As grandpas are wont to do, I made a rather rude noise, caused by upset stomach. Sammy looked at me and said, "Grandpa, was that you?" Of course, in typical male fashion, I denied it and Sam then asked, "Well who did it?"
(Apologizing now) I said, "Bob did it". I didn't think of brother Bob, just grabbed a name that came to mind. From then on whenever there was a burp, belch or worse, Bob was blamed. He became the invisible friend who took the blame for every rude, rank or raunchy act, as deemed by a five year old.
Well last week, brother Bob came over to our house and met Sam. Of course he was unaware of our invisible friend from Kauai. Upon meeting him, Sam's eyes widened and he said, "Are you Bob?" For the balance of Bob's visit, Sam sat chortling on the couch, repeating, "This is Bob". When I got home, Sam came up to me and reported that he had met "Bob". Hilarious!!!
Until next time.
My grandmother Rudolph was a great resource. She had stories about life that spanned the covered wagon to the supersonic age. When Grandma was a young woman up in the Innisfail area, her mother became seriously ill. The doctor made a decision that my great grandmother should be hospitalized immediately. A sleigh was sent out and gallons of hot water were provided in buckets to provide some comfort for the cold, snowy ride. Imagine that today a helicopter might be dispatched from Calgary and almost immediate attention might be given.
Anyway, I digress.
Last week we had the delightful opportunity to grandparent 3 of the grandchildren while Kristy and Lee went to Los Angeles. One year old twins whose greatest frustrations are in not being able to communicate freely express themselves most ably through loud screaming. They were absolutely wonderful as long as we were able to surmise their every wish. On the rare occasion when we weren't 100% tuned into them, our home became a tornado of screams, tears and anguish. Predictably Sol learned to take steps while here so that he could entertain his parents upon their return.
The twins have discovered that their teeth make excellent offensive and defensive weapons. If one of the toddlers takes something from the other, a wildly ferocious brother charges with fangs bared. Happens in the blink of an eye, cute to watch but incredibly effective.
Who needs pacifiers when you have chocolate!!
While we were in Hawaii, Sam and I had occasion to be walking to the elevators together. As grandpas are wont to do, I made a rather rude noise, caused by upset stomach. Sammy looked at me and said, "Grandpa, was that you?" Of course, in typical male fashion, I denied it and Sam then asked, "Well who did it?"
(Apologizing now) I said, "Bob did it". I didn't think of brother Bob, just grabbed a name that came to mind. From then on whenever there was a burp, belch or worse, Bob was blamed. He became the invisible friend who took the blame for every rude, rank or raunchy act, as deemed by a five year old.
Well last week, brother Bob came over to our house and met Sam. Of course he was unaware of our invisible friend from Kauai. Upon meeting him, Sam's eyes widened and he said, "Are you Bob?" For the balance of Bob's visit, Sam sat chortling on the couch, repeating, "This is Bob". When I got home, Sam came up to me and reported that he had met "Bob". Hilarious!!!
Until next time.
3 comments:
ROFL aka Rolling on Floor Laughing!!
Too Funny!!
The apple does not fall to far from the tree!!! (haha)
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