Another La Nina Story

I realize that some may be getting tired of me constantly telling stories about La Nina, but I can't help it. She just does a lot of things that make me laugh.

Today we got a package from her Grandfather. Thinking it was Christmas presents, BH took them upstairs and opened them to make sure. It was to make sure that they hadn't gotten anything we were going to get. What she found was about 20 movies out of her Dad's collection. The last vestiges of his VHS supply. I think we are the only ones left on the planet with a VHS machine.

She brought it down to the kitchen right after lunch and set it on the counter so we could go through them. La Nina sees the box and gets excited.

"Are dose for me?"

"Honey, they are for all of us."

"Dat box for Me?"

"It is some movies that Grandpa Sent us."

"EEWWW! Dats gross!" waving her hand like she was shooing a fly.

??!!!??? Puzzled looks shoot back and forth between BH and myself.

"What do you mean, that's gross?"

"Gran'pa sent us poopies, dats gross."

After we stopped laughing, and it was the hold your sides kind of laughter, we explained that it wasn't poopies, it was movies. She had heard it wrong.

She was okay then, and was actually excited to see two Big Bird movies in the box.

Sorry, I just had to share.

Later,

Deej

Walk For Healing

This last summer, I mentioned a friend of mine, Dennis Kinch, that walked along route 66 to bring awareness to the National Pain Foundation. The walk was a complete success. It brought national attention, and he touched a lot of lives along the way, visiting pain clinics, talking with patients and doctors.

Dennis is now in the process of trying to start a non-profit organization to help people get the help they need to make through the pain they live with in their daily lives. He is going to call the organization Pain Education, Awareness, and Reinvention. P.E.A.R. For short.

His organization with be totally focused on helping the patient, of which he is also one. If you, or anyone you know, wants more information on what he is doing check out www.walkforhealing.com. Keep in mind it is in the fledgling status, but the mission will keep growing.

Later,

Deej

How Do I Fight That?

Lately La Nina has been getting a lot of timeouts for not listening. She will be doing something she knows she shouldn't and when we tell her to stop, she either ignores us, or does it faster.

A tactic we have taken is at the end of the time out we give her a hug, tell her we love her, and re-iterate what she was in timeout for. Normally something like, "I love you, but you need to listen to Mommy and Daddy."

Last night, as I was putting her to bed, she wasn't wanting to go to sleep, and kept play with a tiny book that doubles as a Christmas ornament. I finally had to take it away, and firmly tell her to go to sleep.

At this she started crying BIG time. BH came up to see what the issue was, and La Nina told her, "Daddy is being mean on me." Mean ON mean, not mean TO me.

BH told her I was right and she needed to go to sleep.

After BH leaves, La Nina comes over, gives me a hug and says, "I wuv you, Daddy. You just need to wisten me." It was like I was the one that had been in timeout and she was correcting me.

I have no idea how to fight that. After she finally went to sleep, I told BH what she had done, we cracked up laughing.

Once again, La Nina is getting too smart for her (my) own good.

Later,

Deej

Why do I Put Myself Through The Torture?

I called my mom the other day to wish her a Happy Thanksgiving. The conversation went the way it always does. After the opening pleasantries, it was basically her telling me everything that is going on in her life. This would be fine, but I can never get in a word.

I get to listen to how her job is going, how the new puppy is doing, and how her boyfriend is doing. These are all well and good, but when she starts telling me how things are going with people I have never met, never seen, and certainly have no vested interest in, it get old.

She will go on for 15 minutes about how her friend so-and-so is doing, how her kids are, and about her various illnesses, and I have never met this person.

It would be nice if she would take the same interest in me. She never asks how my job is going, how I am feeling, and if I try to bring it up, she steers the conversation back to her and her friends.

BH tells me that is because I am the only one of her kids that turned out okay, and she doesn't worry about me. Okay, but it would be nice to feel like she at least cares.

I remember one at one point a few years back, BH and I were having some problems, and it looked like we may get divorced. I called my Mom for some sympathy, and within 2 minutes she was telling about a friend of hers at work that got divorced the year before.

She never let me talk about what I needed to at that time. It gets old.

Maybe I am making to much of this, but she is the only parent I have left, and I am not real close to either of my sisters. I guess sometimes you just need to talk to family.

Later,

Deej