The whole point is to fill the senses. The sight and sounds and textures. A 2 year old would love it.
Still don't understand why you cant take her yourself either. That just makes no sense what so ever. Most grandmothers have already had over nights by now. Even a weekend. I don't see why 2 hours alone is such a big deal.
But I am sure the reasoning's are good ones.
Thanks again, Lily for implying I am a failure as a grandmother...but when I dare to suggest that your grown children make dinner for YOU once in a while, I get crucified.
I'm done here.
flan
I didn't say you were a failure. I said I don't understand why you cant take your granddaughter by yourself.
I haven't asked for a reason.
And my kids do make dinner. more often than not. They also clean the house and wash their own clothes and do most of the shopping and help me with basic care.
And I didn't crucify you. I answered your question without feeling offended by it.
I don't know why you have such a problem with simple conversation.
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The whole point is to fill the senses. The sight and sounds and textures. A 2 year old would love it.
Still don't understand why you cant take her yourself either. That just makes no sense what so ever. Most grandmothers have already had over nights by now. Even a weekend. I don't see why 2 hours alone is such a big deal.
But I am sure the reasoning's are good ones.
Thanks again, Lily for implying I am a failure as a grandmother...but when I dare to suggest that your grown children make dinner for YOU once in a while, I get crucified.
I'm done here.
flan
I didn't say you were a failure. I said I don't understand why you cant take your granddaughter by yourself.
I haven't asked for a reason.
And my kids do make dinner. more often than not. They also clean the house and wash their own clothes and do most of the shopping and help me with basic care.
And I didn't crucify you. I answered your question without feeling offended by it.
I don't know why you have such a problem with simple conversation.
Well, Lily, this is already a sore spot with flan, and you are just poking at it. Just like you get all offended and upset when people start talking about welfare.
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
The whole point is to fill the senses. The sight and sounds and textures. A 2 year old would love it.
Still don't understand why you cant take her yourself either. That just makes no sense what so ever. Most grandmothers have already had over nights by now. Even a weekend. I don't see why 2 hours alone is such a big deal.
But I am sure the reasoning's are good ones.
Really? Most grandmothers? No, not really, depends on the parent(s). They make the rules, no one else gets a voice.
I wouldn't take a 2 year old to a place like that either. A 4 year old, yes. But not a 2 year old.
I find it strange that a grandmother is not allowed to be alone with their grandchild. Those are Flan's words, not mine.
But like I said, I am sure the reasoning's are good ones.
As for Build a Bear, a friend had her child's birthday party there. 12 kids ages 18 months to 6. They all had a blast.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
The whole point is to fill the senses. The sight and sounds and textures. A 2 year old would love it.
Still don't understand why you cant take her yourself either. That just makes no sense what so ever. Most grandmothers have already had over nights by now. Even a weekend. I don't see why 2 hours alone is such a big deal.
But I am sure the reasoning's are good ones.
Thanks again, Lily for implying I am a failure as a grandmother...but when I dare to suggest that your grown children make dinner for YOU once in a while, I get crucified.
I'm done here.
flan
I didn't say you were a failure. I said I don't understand why you cant take your granddaughter by yourself.
I haven't asked for a reason.
And my kids do make dinner. more often than not. They also clean the house and wash their own clothes and do most of the shopping and help me with basic care.
And I didn't crucify you. I answered your question without feeling offended by it.
I don't know why you have such a problem with simple conversation.
Well, Lily, this is already a sore spot with flan, and you are just poking at it. Just like you get all offended and upset when people start talking about welfare.
I don't have a problem with Flan. I have ended ever single post with an ending to the conversation. She keeps responding.
It isn't about me. I wasn't doing anything but asking a question and stating that I don't get it and that was it.
I will let it go for now. But it still doesn't mean it makes sense.
Curiosity has always gotten the best of me.
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Mr.VoR has passed over 20 accidents on the I70 in Indiana and Ohio just this morning. Part of it was closed due to a 6 Semi accident. Thankfully he's on his way to California so he'll be having progressively better driving conditions.
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Lesson learned in February: I don't have to keep up, I just have to keep moving!
Mr.VoR has passed over 20 accidents on the I70 in Indiana and Ohio just this morning. Part of it was closed due to a 6 Semi accident. Thankfully he's on his way to California so he'll be having progressively better driving conditions.
Wow! Hope his travels are safe, VoR!
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
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Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
I failed at snow blowing/shoveling a path to the oil fill up valve. And its snowing again. I think I will just dig the path a few feet at a time. I figure I have about 3 weeks to get it done. I did get a lot more firewood today so that is good. DD's friends arrive in 20 minutes for a bday sleepover, she has 3 friends coming. We are making our own pizzas and I have Frozen cupcakes to stick the candles on.
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I failed at snow blowing/shoveling a path to the oil fill up valve. And its snowing again. I think I will just dig the path a few feet at a time. I figure I have about 3 weeks to get it done. I did get a lot more firewood today so that is good. DD's friends arrive in 20 minutes for a bday sleepover, she has 3 friends coming. We are making our own pizzas and I have Frozen cupcakes to stick the candles on.
LOL, sorry about the Frozen themed cupcakes, but what are you going to do?
Sounds like a wonderful day for you all.
Maybe the snow will melt before you need to fill. You can always hope.
-- Edited by just Czech on Saturday 21st of February 2015 03:44:35 PM
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
I failed at snow blowing/shoveling a path to the oil fill up valve. And its snowing again. I think I will just dig the path a few feet at a time. I figure I have about 3 weeks to get it done. I did get a lot more firewood today so that is good. DD's friends arrive in 20 minutes for a bday sleepover, she has 3 friends coming. We are making our own pizzas and I have Frozen cupcakes to stick the candles on.
LOL, sorry about the Frozen themed cupcakes, but what are you going to do?
Sounds like a wonderful day for you all.
Maybe the snow will melt before you need to fill. You can always hope.
-- Edited by just Czech on Saturday 21st of February 2015 03:44:35 PM
Now those are some nice thoughts. Thanks!
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
I failed at snow blowing/shoveling a path to the oil fill up valve. And its snowing again. I think I will just dig the path a few feet at a time. I figure I have about 3 weeks to get it done. I did get a lot more firewood today so that is good. DD's friends arrive in 20 minutes for a bday sleepover, she has 3 friends coming. We are making our own pizzas and I have Frozen cupcakes to stick the candles on.
LOL, sorry about the Frozen themed cupcakes, but what are you going to do?
Sounds like a wonderful day for you all.
Maybe the snow will melt before you need to fill. You can always hope.
-- Edited by just Czech on Saturday 21st of February 2015 03:44:35 PM
Now those are some nice thoughts. Thanks!
Only 27 days until Spring! Now if only February would be over..
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
Finished with the movie. I was not impressed. The book was ok, but it seems like what little story there was, was lost in the movie. It seemed to jump around from the timeline in the book and I found it hard to follow. Maybe it was better if you hadn't read the book....
My house smells like wine and fresh baking bread. It's heavenly. We have the whole house opened up to clear out the air in here.
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My house smells like air freshener. DD has a fixation on them. I told her it smells like a gift shop.
Hahahaha. I like air freshener if there is an immediate icky smell. I don't like it all the time. Do ten year old parties smell like cupcakes? Because that is a good smell.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I'm so tired. I was falling asleep at the hospital this afternoon, so I kept getting up to walk around. I've averaged between 2-3 miles walked everyday this week according to my pedometer. I'm not planning on going to the hospital tomorrow. I really need to catch up on sleep and do some housework and just stay home for a day.
My mom will go to the rehab center on Monday. That will be a hectic day. We watched her do her physical therapy today. Usually there isn't much for physical therapy on the weekends, but the head of the department was there and he had her walk back and forth in front of the nurses station which is about 25 feet long. She first walked one way holding on to the railing and having this four-legged thing that looks like a small step stool without steps, then he had her walk back, then he had her walk on the walker away from the wall and she did pretty good. She is still having trouble with the wheelchair. He was trying to get her to push the chair herself, but she would either forget her left hand and only pick up her left foot, or use her hand and drag her foot. She slept for about 3 hours after that. I think at the rehab center she will be really tired. It is 1 hour phys therapy and 1/2 hour occupational therapy in the morning, then lunch, then another hour of phys therapy and another 1/2 hour for occupational therapy. She will probably sleep a lot, so visiting may not be so bad. May just catch rides up with people in the evenings. Right now she is in a small hospital, and it's almost 1/2 mile to walk from the parking lot to her room, so I don't know what it will be like at the other hospital. I know I will need to be dropped off at the door. There's no way I will be able to walk from the parking garage to where she will be, especially in the bitter cold we've been having.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou