THE STALKERCLAN

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Bragging on the Kids Again

I figure I better get to writing some more before "Ooty-Amber" makes it's debut on the StalkerClan. What a great motivator you are, Uncle Clyde.

Now it is time to boast about that "Baby Squirrel"

Caitlyn is only three years old, but anyone who knows her will describe her as 3 going on 30. She has a charm and intelligence that most people don't obtain until their later years of life, if at all. One of my friends asked her the other day if she is in school yet?

She looked at me first with what seemed like a sympathetic look, then back to my friend and said, "Well, I was going to go, but my brother K-K started school and it made my Mom kinda sad. She misses us when we aren't with her. She don't know what to do without us. So I telled her that I will stay home with her for a little bit longer. That way she won't be so lonely. We have girl's days when the boys are at school. One day I will go to school and she will cry. But I am growing up on her."

Then she turns back to me, "Ain't I, Mom?"

My friend and I were both in a daze. I had no idea she had thought all of that through. I scooped her up and tickled her and told her she had better quit growing. She laughed and said, "I can't stop, Mom. One day I will be the mom and you will be the baby. Is that what happens, Mom?"

At first I laughed at the thought of what her little mind had conjured up. But then I thought about it for a minute and replied, "Yes, Caitlyn, one day you will be the grown-up and you will have to take care of me. I won't be a baby, but one day I might need you to help me do things, just like you need me to help you now."

She thought for a minute, smiled and said, "Yeah, I know, Mom."

I often think about how the roles of mother and child do eventually reverse. How ironic. And how amazing for a three year old to bring it to her mother's attention. I just hope that helping me out when I am old and grey will bring her the same joy that being her "care-giver" has given me.

Now I don't want any jokes about how often I'm at Wal-mart or how little I'm not at Wal-mart, after this next story. I have to admit Caitlyn and I are there a lot. I go on Mondays to get my groceries, then Wednesday with Grandma to get hers, and usually I am there again on Friday when I remember what I forgot on Monday or Jevon sends me on a scavenger hunt for auto parts or something he needs. So we are there quite a bit. As a result, Caitlyn and I have made many friends with the employees. One of which is an incredibly sweet and adorable little man named, George.

George is completely deaf, but he is an excellent lip reader. Jevon is actually the one who introduced us to him. He has worked at Wal-mart for 20 years and Jevon used to work with him when he was 16. We've all always loved George. He can understand everything we are saying by reading our lips, but the conversations are very one-sided because he cannot talk. So I have noticed sometimes how frustrating it is for him when we can't understand what he so badly wants to say to us. So Caitlyn and I have recently started studying sign language. We have books and library movies that help us. Caitlyn has picked it up quite well. In fact, when we signed to George that we were learning, we were able to understand when he signed back that his nephew who is 3 is also learning. The excitement on George's face was priceless. The last time we saw George at Wal-mart, Caitlyn looked up at me and said, "I sure love George!".

"So why don't you tell him," I said.

So she yelled across Wal-mart to George, "I love you George!".

"No," I said, "He can't hear you. Remember? You have to sign it to him."

So Caitlyn walked up behind George tapped on his leg and began to sign. She took her her hand and stuck up her pinky as she brought it to her little chest (to signify "I"). Then she took both of her hands and made fists and crossed them on her chest ( to signify "love"). Finally she pointed her pointer finger straight at George with great intent. Then she ran and hugged his legs. It was truly one of the sweetest things I have ever seen.

George picked her up and used one hand to sign, "I love you," back. As he signed he attempted to say it, "I love you!" It sounded crystal clear to Caitlyn and me.

I am always reminded by my children that it truly is the simple things in life that mean the most. Nothing money can buy can bring that kind of joy to people's lives (and you can take that to the bank). Thank you, sweet baby girl for showing me the finer things in life. You are growing up on me for sure, but just promise to never, ever change. You are my Angel. I love you!

Amber

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Storytellers Extraordinaire

Everyone has been bragging on what a good storyteller Amber is. I have to agree, she has posted some very good ones. I guess the only other storyteller I know that can compare to her is Grandpa Stalker. He's a natural too. Everyone loves sitting on the porch listening to him spin a yarn.

I suppose storytelling could be an inherited ability. I've often heard that talent and looks skip a generation, so it would make sense that Amber got her gift for gab from Grandpa Stalker.

Wait a minute, I just had a thought.

I wonder...

if I took that picture of Dad when he was about Ambers age, and
if I put long hair on it, and
if I added some eye liner and lipstick...

Wouldn't it come out looking a lot like...

Oh my gosh, I don't even want to think about it! I feel so sorry for Jevon in a few years.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Another Anniversary

Today is Erik and Veronica's wedding anniversary. I should have gotten this story up earlier but I had a hard time finding a photo. I had to search through 14, 273 pictures of Emerson to find one of them.

CONGRATULATIONS

Jennie and I are picking up Emerson tonight so they should be able to have a romantic weekend. I expect they will spend it tailgating, going to the Wildcats football game, and watching more football with Bryan and his buddies.

Friday's Fun Foto #4

Wanna see somethin' funny? Take a hillbilly an' put him in one of them thar bean bag chair thangs. Give him a kan of pop an' a cigarette. Then haf someone yell, "OH MY GOSH, th' house is on fire!"

HELP, I've fallen and I can't get up!

Yo'll see squirmin' an' wigglin' an' arms a-flailin'. Thar'll be gruntin' an' groanin' an' cussin'. But he won't put down thet kan of pop, it might git spilled, cuss it all t' tarnation. An' he won't put out thet cigarette, cuz thar's still sevahal fine puffs lef' on it.

When he finally finishes both he will roll on over on his han's an' knees wif his booty up in th' air befo'e gittin' up an' runnin' outta th' house. Hey, ah said it was funny, ah didn't say it was gonna be purty.

From Luci's Collection (I think)