The little girl was actually with a buzzard, not a hawk, and the other is a vulture. The birds were at the Renaissance Festival, and are all rescue birds.
Okay, granddaughter is here, no hat and gloves, so we probably won’t take a walk unless I can find another pair of gloves in my house. Her daddy was running late, hit the snooze button on his alarm, and her shoes were on the wrong feet too. lol Grandma fixed. Wednesday, she had unmatched socks.
At least it’s Friday!
I’m up to chapter 16 on proofing Falling for the Cougar, 50 pages to go. But of course with a toddler here, it’s iffy about working on it. We’re playing musical laps. Max is on my lap whenever Keira wants off it, and then she wants up again. lol
Keira is a big helper and so after she finished her broccoli, she took her little plastic red bowl into the kitchen. But I couldn’t see where she put it. So I had to ask her. Remember, she is 2 1/2. “Where did you put the bowl?” Shrug. “The bowl you had your broccoli in?”
She opens her mouth wide and points into her mouth. lol “Yes, that’s where your broccoli went. Good for you. Where did you put the bowl? Did you put it in the pantry?” She closes the door to the pantry. “No.” “It’s not on the counters. Where did the bowl go? Where are you, bowl?” I ask. We often go around the house looking for things, asking where they are and she loves it. “Where are you, bowl?” Keira parrots. “Where did the bowl go?” Then she runs over and picks up a hair bow on the coffee table and shows it to me. lol “Yes, that’s a hair bow. But we’re looking for a bowl.”
She knows what a bowl is, but it’s just not sinking in. We start again. “When you finished eating your broccoli, you took your bowl in the kitchen. Where did you put it?” I pull another like it out of the cabinet and show it to her. Her eyes widen. Yes, I think she’s got it! She ran over to the pull-out trash can in the cabinet. lol There was where the bowl went.
See? It’s not just us who can’t remember where we put things!
I laughed, then showed her that the bowl goes in the dishwasher. I just hope she doesn’t stick her dishes in the dishwasher with uneaten food in them! Life with a toddler gives you a new outlook on life.
I’m off to work on the story. It’s rainy and cold and we had a hard freeze last night, so some of my annuals died and I was out pulling them up in the rain to set out with the trash.
Hope your day is wonderful! Wet and cold and soggy works for me!
It’s amazing how we go from she likes anything, to very specific choices. Now the spicy sausage she loved is HOT. She loves eggs, when she didn’t before, but normally can’t get through more than 1 1/2, so I’ve been giving her half of my one. I put on a show she was having fits about. “No Green Eggs and Ham!” Then I found True and she said, “True!” Okay, True it is.
Clothes can be a real struggle. It has to be soft. Period. If it isn’t soft, she’s not having any part of it. Forget fancy dresses that Grandma wants to take pictures of her in.
It’s the frigid North here with an Arctic blast we normally don’t have this early all over the country, so I found her monster slippers and both of us are wearing slippers to keep warm. I’m still trying to decide about taking her for a walk, bundling up, but only if she keeps her hat and gloves on. She has a mind of her own.
She loves to clean (she spilled her yogurt and cleaned it all up by herself after she alerted me she’d spilled it, then cleaned her high chair table up after she had breakfast–though Grandma goes over everything one more time, just in case) and feed the dogs and the birds. She gives the doggies their snacks when we put them to bed so she can take a nap too.
It’s important to teach kids (even at 2 1/2), to help with chores and make them fun. She loves cleaning my glass door and the window she can reach. She loves helping me with putting the clean washed clothes in the dryer.
My kids used to give me grief that I made them wash their clothes and dry them when they were younger. But when they were in college, my son thanked me because none of his friends, male or female, knew how to do their laundry and he had to teach them. The same with cooking. My kids helped me cook and one year when I was really sick with the flu, running a really high fever, and feeling sicker than a dog, and my mom wouldn’t help (she hated cooking and dad did all of it until he died), my son and daughter made the Thanksgiving dinner. They were the best! My son was always impressing girlfriends with his skill at making fancy dinners.
Friday, we emptied the new bag of dog food into the bin, and the dog biscuits into another. We’ll do that with birdseed today. She even fills up the dogs’ water dish. I give her a plastic cup not very full of water, and she carries it from the sink all the way to the dish, without spilling, crouches and pours it into the dish. The first time, I filled the cup too full and she spilled some on the trip to the dish. When she poured the water into the dish the first couple of times, she splashed it on the dog mat, but then she learned to crouch and pour in the water without spilling. Everything is a learning exercise–for both of us. Then she returns to me for more water, over and over again, until it’s done.
She loves turning out lights too, so when a light is no longer needed, I lift her up and she turns out the light.
Who knows, but maybe in future years, she will be good at conserving electricity!
When I’m cooking, I’ll lift her in my arms and show her what I’m doing, and sometimes she gets to help too. And I had her help me tape up birthday presents for her Mommy. First, these were hers, but then she was saying they were Mommy’s birthday presents. Plus, I teach her that the one box is square, the other rectangle and they are covered in? Cupcakes! And when I told her thank you for bringing me the tape, she said I was welcome. I hadn’t expected that. lol
So we are off to brave the cold all bundled up. It worked! She kept her hat and gloves on, wonder of wonders.
And every day. May those who are serving in our armed forces today stay safe. And for those who have served, thank you.
I was watching The King last night about King Henry V, and how he wanted peace, but everyone else who could benefit, the Archbishop, his advisor, and countless others who would take land and have more power if they took over France, set things in motion to cause him to decide on war.
Whether the movie version was based on truth or not, it showed a typical scenario: Politicians and military leaders wanting more of something, anything, glory, fame and the minions, the soldiers risk their lives for it. Whether the war is successful or not, the soldiers are gone or injured for life, some psychologically maimed.
All that remains for historians to recount are the politicians, the leaders, but the little guy is forgotten. Without him, they wouldn’t have succeeded. Yet he is not important in the scheme of things. At least, King Henry fought alongside his men.
The Archbishop, who had funded the action and wanted the untold rewards from it, sat high on a hill in safety, watching. I wonder if there would be as much fighting, if the political powers that decide these things had to actually fight with the troops, to live in the conditions they do during the holidays, instead of being treated like the new kings of the modern age, be torn from their families with no idea if they would ever return home. Not be in a safe place somewhere far from the battle scene either. Literally, fight with the men at their side.
So thanks to our veterans–even if they didn’t fight in the trenches–were there to support those who did.
Hope you all have a beautiful day!
Tomorrow is going to be COLD. 27 in the morning. Brrrr
I turned in Red Wolf Christmas and yesterday we were at the Renaissance Festival, so much fun. We walked 12,000 steps, and that was a little much for my broken toe. It swelled up and I was in pain walking, but much better this morning. We’ll be doing a lot of walking during Thanksgiving week, so I’m hoping that another week will help before that happens! On the drive out there and back and last night, I worked on Falling for the Cougar.
I’m trying to do edits, and resize photos to share and remembered I needed to finish this and send it off!
Hope your day is lots of fun, my lords and ladies.
Getting much done today. Granddaughter is back. I had two weeks’ break after breaking my toe. My foot is still bruised and I’m sure I tore the flange too, because it still hurts to walk or wear shoes or not wear shoes.
That’s the problem with tearing tissue. It hurts for longer.
Did you know that polar bears don’t hibernate? When I began writing my polar bear shifter series, I found that out. All these years and I didn’t know it!
Okay, so finished proofing of Legend of the White Wolf and sent it in. I’ll be working on Red Wolf Christmas today, once I return from running errands. I’m also reworking a romantic suspense I wrote some years ago–before cell phones! It might be the next cougar book. I’ll have to see. Anyway, I’ve got to run.
Because I work at home, I don’t usually get out until most of the work traffic and school traffic has gone, but I have a vet appointment at 7:15… so….
Don’t you think it helps to have a visual? I love the new cover! The old one was pretty but it was more illustrated rather than an actual photo like all the covers were. I’m proofing the book and should be able to turn it in today. 226 pages done, 266 to go. Since I worked for a lot of the day on Red Wolf Christmas edits yesterday, I shouldn’t have any trouble reading this all the way through and finishing it. Then I need to read Red Wolf Christmas again so I can finish editing it and turn it in.
Hope you have a lovely day! I’m off to get busy with mine!!
Do you see the little goats trying to escape? The donkey that wants to? And the baby pig that is looking for something to eat?
I should be sleeping, but my shoulder and arm hurt too much so I gave up on it. I’m doing edits on Red Wolf Christmas. Does this sound familiar?
While I was waiting for the kids to show up at the fair, I was taking some pictures of flowers, the pond, and wild grasses. I’m not sure what the flowers are, but they have a shape similar to some I have growing in my garden, different color and they’re great for hummingbirds.
I’m off to finish up the edits I wrote up and then head back to bed. It’s only 4 am. Have a super, lovely, fun-filled day!!!
I was running everywhere yesterday, so never managed to get my blog done. Today…still working on Red Wolf Christmas edits. I took out 5,000 words, it was way over anyway, but I’ve already added back 2,000 words.
I keep thinking and rethinking things. So making some more changes. Need to write quite a bit more. I’m on chapter 26 of 28 chapters, but I feel I’ll never get this done.
And then I have to jump on proofing of Legend of the White Wolf. I had planned to have Red Wolf Christmas done yesterday. Sigh. I have to have both of these done before my granddaughter is here again on Wednesday!
Okay, off to work. Follow your dreams! Mine is: getting these two books finished so I can work on two other books I want to finish writing.