Over the hill

I took off Saturday morning and went over the snow mountain to see Sara and the grandboyz, daddy Bret had to work this weekend. I can't believe how much Evan is talking since we saw them at Christmas! "My mouth likes jelly, Beema" was the latest.
Shortly after I arrived at Sara's and dropped all my baggage, mommy and daddy went out for a few hours alone while I watched Evan and Eric. We had so muchfun! Evan and Eric have these air blast dart guns and we spent an hour shooting the front door and and the ceiling, they would just squeal and giggle when the suction tip would stick to the ceiling or the door and when it didn't, we all chimed in with "Oh darn!" The energy that these two little boys have is incredible; they are ALWAYS moving something or changing direction, thought processes don't even get completed before something else occurs to them. Ahhh youth. And so when one grownup is worn out and tired, think of...food! "Hey, are you guys hungry?" "YESSSS! Peanut butter and jelly! Peanut butter and honey for Ewick and peanut butter and jelly for me. My mouth likes jelly, Beema". Grandma made it through lunch when mommy and daddy came home so they could get the boyZ ready for a nap.

We had a great visit and Sara and me were able to get in some shopping trips. I hate clothes shopping and will only go when I absolutely have to. It's just no fun to go by yourself. Besides, Sara has such a fashion sense, it's a good thing my personal dressing assistant is my daughter because I wouldn't be able to afford her. She picks outfits for me and is completely honest about how they look and work for me. I see fashion disasters at the store everyday and wonder, "Don't these women look in a mirror before they go out the door???"

Saturday night after the Evan and Eric went to bed (Evan got to sleep in mommy and daddys'

bed because of my visit even though I offered to sleep on the couch), Sara and I opened a bottle of wine, two boxes of Valentine chocolates and some other various nibbles and began to watch "Julia and Julie". It was nice to rest and relax, the both of us. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, we hear this, "Mommie, come in and watch with me". Yes, it was Evanfromheaven's little voice. He had been awake all this time waiting for mommie to come in and be with him. Mommie invited Evan to come out and be with us and so he wriggled inbetween the both of us with Teddy his bear and shared some snacks with us.

Life is good.

Milestones

There are moments in grandparenting that stand out at certain times. Some will make you laugh and giggle and some will make you cry, but most of all, they will make you want to record them for the future to be retold many times over.
Two days ago I had my first real conversation with my oldest grandson, Evan. At 3 he's pretty good at getting a point across to you, it may be simple, but one can converse rather well. So mommy Sara calls me about once a week and fills me in on the dailies of The Boyz, life, thoughts, etc., etc. This week she was describing her pottery class and the potters' wheel; how she took right to it and really enjoyed it.
Shortly after we were engaged in our phone call, Sara asked the boys if they wanted to talk to "Beema"--this is my official name, tagged onto me about six months ago when Evan decided that was who I was going to be. No ands, ifs or buts about that one. It could be worse, the other grandma got "Ta Ta".
As Evan got on the phone he was telling me about his day; what he had for lunch (a burrito), maybe what he was watching on tv. I asked him if he liked his burrito and he said "Yeah", but mommy had a different story. Oh well, the important thing was we were bonding. The next piece of information was priceless: clear and precise, Evan says, "Eric had a good poop." Now, in the world of news this may not be front page information but in the world of a 2 and 3 year old, it's pretty monumental and quite newsworthy when you're chatting with a grandma. They understand the importance of these things.
You have to realize at moments like this that their world is relatively safe and wonderful after all.

Family Fantastic

We had a wonderful and beautiful Christmas. Mom and Dad really enjoyed having those little monkeys there, even tho' bits and pieces of high-pierced squeals were squeezed in between bouts of running, they loved it. Bret and Sara arrived and Sara was really dressed up--she looked so beautiful. Bret looked happy and the boys were 'trimmed and pruned'. We had some horsey derves and a little wine, sat down to a lovely dinner---can you believe mom and dad got the whole thing from Safeway and it was DELICIOUS!--then we opened presents and it was just chaos, lol! I loved it. Of course, there was the obligatory big box that the kids went to right away after dropping their presents. It was a beautiful and sunny day with some wind but still, for Portland, it was great. Sara and Bret and the boys left and Kevin filled up the digital frame we got for the parents with all the pics we took that day and then we headed out, around 5:30. It usually takes about 3 and a half hours to get home but we had a real event on Christmas Day this year. Somewhere close to 6:30, shortly outside of Sandy, Or., we ran into a road block, literally. Traffic was backed up for over a mile, and police cars were flying by on our left side, racing up the highway. We must have counted at least 25, then there were plain-clothes cars flying by, the next thing were two news vans, a huge van towing a search light set-up, and a giant van with "Systems Control" on the side (that one carried the lieutenant!) in it. You know, times are amazing. Just a few years ago we would have been sitting there for hours with no clue as to what was going on. I don't think we were sitting there for more than a half an hour when we called up Kevin's parents and asked them to see if there was anything going on on the news channel and we got that info pronto. About 3:00 o' clock in the afternoon a 41 year old man had shot a 63 year old woman in the head and he fled, and at that moment he was "armed and dangerous and on the loose" in that area, they were actively searching for that person!
It was dark now and the wind was blowing circles around the vehicles, we kept trying to listen to the news on the radio but reports were rather sketchy, nothing we didn't already know at the beginning with the parent's report. Now and then a car or two would turn out of the line and head back to Sandy and we would inch our way up closer to the road block and the flashing police lights. A young man got out of the car ahead of us and skateboarded up to the checkpoint, as he made his return, he was giving information to drivers. At 8:30 he stopped to tell us that the police said they would be opening up the road closure at 10:30. It was a long wait and no bathroom, we had already eaten the left over pie we brought with us and my sun flower seeds were drying out my mouth. BUT...we thought we'd wait it out since the detour---which had been closed due to a downed power line--would take just as long. Shortly after that an ODOT employee began walking down the line of cars and as he did so, they would turn out and head back to Sandy. When he reached us he suggested we not wait even though the road would possibly open up at 10:30, but there was just something in the suggestion that made us decide to turn around as well.
So we joined the line of cars and returned to Sandy, stopping at the ONLY quick stop open, on Christmas night. There were only two young men in there and I think they were a little overwhelmed with the sudden influx of customers. Kevin and I grabbed something quick to munch on and a cup of coffee--here's the rub: I have NEVER EVER gotten a good cup of coffee at a quick stop but this time it was fantastic! I paid for the snacks and asked the young man if he could accept a small tip for having to work on Christmas night. His face lit up and he said such a gracious thank you, he said it made his day. I asked if there was a restroom available so the young man showed me the way, he had to wait outside because it was for employees only I guess. When I came out, I told him that someone had left their wallet in there and he anxiously said, "Oh wow, that's mine!". I know it was small but it did make me feel like I had done something good that night. There was just something in the way that young man had said such a sweet thank you, made me wish I could have left him a lot more.
We hopped back in the truck and joined the detour-bound procession. Now this wouldn't be much to talk about except that this entire string was going both ways on a very narrow and winding two-lane road, there were times when the tires on the vehicle in front of us were just barely on the road. The area we went through was quite rural with the occasional brightly decorated cabin, windows open to the world and families opening presents under their trees. You could just imagine their curiosity as this lighted ant line of cars passed by, must have looked like Los Angeles at 5:00 p.m. We must have been driving this detour for a good 45 minutes when we finally came back out on Highway 26 that takes you over the pass, past Mt. Hood which had already been in the news this week, too. I couldn't help but think of the so called climbers that lost their lives up there just days earlier, and how their families were not celebrating this holiday like we did. I was also thinking of how sad the incident was that caused our delay on this holy celebration. Finally, at 1:15 a.m. we walked through our front door at home. How but for the grace of God go I....
Now I clarify my statement earlier on the "so called climbers": These people went on a dangerous expedition without ANY GPS system, they went UNPREPARED and subsequently lost their lives and cost thousands of dollars for search and rescue, hundreds of combined man hours for search and rescue and undue loss and sadness for their families. As we drive by Mt. Hood a few times a year, I always think of those people who will be up there forever and always say a little prayer of some sort.

I have been smiling for two days, what memories!!

Great Summer

Where does the time go? I can't believe it's been over two months since I last offered up a post. Okay, so life has presented a few glitches but for the most part it has been a pretty good summer. My last entry was the day before heading over to Corvallis to spend a few days with Sara and "The Boyz", as I like to refer to them. Bret was heading for Bend to spend part of the week working and being with his dad. One of his comments after a few days without the little family was, "It's very quiet here". Yes, the little boys are quite noisy, but it's wonderful to hear those sounds again, of laughter and giggles and little voices repeating your EVERY word. We seem to forget how precious this explosive learning time is when they are under five. I was fortunate enough to spend the last evening playing for hours, yes hours, with Evan and discovering what a wonderful little person he is. Eric will be next, not quite two he is a little blond rocket whose destination point changes every ten seconds. I figure a couple more months and he might land in one spot a little longer for conversation.
The weather was very cooperative so Sara and I planned a day at the beach in Newport with Evan and Eric, needless to say, we all had a great time. There were the usual plastic toys to take, a small lunch bag with pb and j, some drinks, sunscreen and water socks. The Boyz did great on the trip over and were very excited when we hit the sand, they could hardly wait to rush to the waves. Do you know what it's like trying to hold back two charging toddlers? Sara grabbed one boy and I got the other so we could take off their jeans and socks, we left t-shirts and diapers and the water socks on and let them go. Eric is our little bull dozer and he went full bore towards the water with Evan carrying up the rear. We let them get their feet wet and then had to pick them up before they got knocked over. Squeals of laughter and giggles as we played tag with the waves for a few minutes. Then it was off to higher ground to build sand castles and fill the dump truck with whatever.
Little did we know that a few broken pieces of pb and j tossed at the hovering sea gulls would really pique Evan and Eric's' interest.
Sara discovered that if she kept tossing food bits in a small circle the birds would keep diving and dancing around to snatch them while the little guys would try to chase them. This kept Evan and Eric within a certain perimeter without too much effort. Smart mommy there, Sara.
By the middle of my visit I was finally christened "Beema" and at this point I think it's a pretty good name for grandma. The time came to leave and it was very hard. I waited for the boys to go down for a nap and then kissed my beautiful daughter good bye until the next time. I didn't want the little ones to watch Beema leave. Hard enough as it was.

Memorable Mothers' Day

And so it was another year was coming up, another year to pass that would add one more year to the many that I had not seen my son. We had made several attempts to get together over the last four years but something always seemed to occur that would prevent this. There were years when we simply didn't connect. Well in this life and on this planet we just don't have that kind of time to waste.
After re-uniting with my precious son and hearing that he had been in the hospital several times, I simply decided to take the time off from work and go see him.
Eleven years had gone by since we were last together. It's the same amount of time it took to bring him into this world and it was an eleven hour drive that brought us back together. The moment I saw him, all six feet four of him and 30 years old, the tears came flowing. "Aw mom, you don't have to cry" but oh yes, I did.
"Michael, whatever has gone on, whatever has happened is all water under the bridge. Let's not ever let this much time get away from us again."
I arrived at 6:30 p.m. and seemed to catch my second wind. As the night went on, we talked and talked and talked. Memories flowed through the both of us like lightening bolts, laughter erupted over silly things the family did, places we went and then there were some quiet moments. Somewhere into the night I suggested we should probably go to sleep and I asked Michael what time it was. He said I didn't want to know but I threw out this guess, "What, it's probably 1:30 a.m. or so?" and he responded that it was 4:00 a.m.!
I couldn't believe the time had gone by like that, just like the eleven years, in the blink of an eye.
This trip brought us back into each others' lives, healed some wounds and made me feel whole again.
What a fabulous gift for a mother. Not everyone gets a second chance.

More Spring Notes

I saw my first daffodil blossoms yesterday morning and as usual, I trotted outside today with coffee cup in hand to check out the two bright yellow faces and possibly some sister blossoms. But this morning...well, they were pretty sorry looking; all bent over and sort of irridescent. Apparently we had a chill factor of 16 degrees last night. Now that it is later in the day and the warmth of the sun has taken the chill off, they don't look as wilted and sad, still, they are a bit hunched. The tulips haven't sent their blossom stems up yet but the hyacinths were standing tall and ready to burst. They are only slightly wilted so maybe I'll still get a few of those to open in a day or so.
All the bulbs that have been poking through were planted by the previous owners and the first year we were here I had some nice surprises.
And now, we don't have water. We had showers and I even did the dishes when I got home from town earlier. Kevin went to water the backyard and pfffhhtt! Dribble dribble...then nothing. Good grief. Of course it's a weekend. Nothing ever happens on a weekday when you can call the plumber or the electrician on regular hours and regular pay. Ohhhh noooo, it has to happen on a weekend and at the moment, Kevin is on the phone with the plumber trying to figure out the problem. We haven't heard anything splashing under the house and water is going from the pump to the pump house but nothing from the pump house to our house. We shall see...

We lost one of our little chipmunks the other day. I found it amongst the tulip leaves, just kind of laying there. They don't just lay, you know, they are such busy little creatures. So I watched it for a few minutes and noticed it had labored breathing, then it kept trying to hop but it did a wobble hop. This was not a good sign. I tried to see if it had bite marks from a cat or a dog or even one of the squirrels but I couldn't see anything. Kevin seems to think it might have gotten into some mouse poison somewhere.

My dear husband found a little plastic plant container and an old clean rag and bundled little Chip in it to keep it warm, hoping this might be some sort of passing thing and maybe it would be alright by then next morning. We left it alone so we wouldn't be a part of it's stress but by the next morning, Chip had gone to the big cornfield in the sky. Chip's little mate is still running around and I have no clue as to which sex either of them was/is, so the waiting game is on for any mini Chips.

We had three days of HOT, hot compared to 30's and 40's mind you, then we went back down to 50+ the last two days. Now, I'm not sure if this 16 degrees last night had anything to do with our not having water. The well pump is working out in the front yard, hmmm, guess it's a good thing I know how to take a shower with one gallon of water. Thank heavens the laundry is all done because doing laundry in a bucket is the real nightmare. Havng lived in Alaska for a few years without running water in the winter taught me a few things on how precious water is and how fortunate we are to have the inventions we do today.

I'll keep ya posted...

Yahoo! Spring is Coming!

It has been a long and dreary winter, not so much that we were buried in snow this year as it was that there wasn't much snow. The brown flora from last fall was the predominant feature and a bit depressing. Every now and then I would wake up to a lovely blanket of pristine whiteness only to have it melt by that evening or the next afternoon. There was no promise of building a snowman and topping it off with a steaming cup of hot cocoa and my dream of building my own personal toboggan run melted with each dissipation.
All this has been dispatched with the first sight of several purple and white crocus popping open their little heads! Every morning I walk out with my coffee and savor their gift, they will soon be gone and I'll have to wait for the tulips, daffodils and hyacinths. I thank them for being the first harbingers of the new season and for giving me something to look forward to, their cousins soon to follow.
This morning was the same but with an added bonus; two tiny chipmunks were feeling the effects of the warm sun as well. Scampering over the lava rocks and chasing each other around the tulip leaves, they sped right past my legs, never afraid of the human standing so still above them. I read earlier that these little critters are hermits except for mating season so I am under the assumption these two are dating. They would chase and turn to each other, nuzzle their noses and resume their chasing.
I guess there will be little ones to come in the next month. They have found a safe and predator free homestead by burrowing under our house!
A few months ago Kevin was trying to tell me that he kept hearing things in the walls and under the floor. I did my wifely duty and replied with, "Yeah, sure honey. How the heck can anything get under there?" Of course I did my inspectionn tour of the entire building circumferance, noting there were no holes dug and the vent blocks were all still in place. And then after my visit with the chippies this morning I watched them high tail their little selves right up under the framing at the corner.
Okay Kevin, you were right. I digress, you win. (:
Another sign of spring here in Central Oregon are the deer. After wintering over in Christmas Valley they are passing through here and returning to their various hunting grounds. Our house just happens to be in one of their migration corridors so we get them coming and going and even just hanging around here as well. Kevin said he saw one of the does and her two fawns from last year, she showed them the birdfeeders where one can nuzzle out a few goodies if you get your nose in there just right. Then she meandered over to the watering pan we leave out for the birds and squirrels.
I'm sure if you listen hard enough you would be able to hear her say; "Now children, this is a pretty regular spot to catch a drink, it seems to have a running stream of fresh water every day. And over there where that sweet smell is coming from? That's a real treat of oats and molasses and corn! This is just one of the mother load stops so keep this in your memory for the future and for your children."

And I would like to credit Mr. Richard Cameron at racphoto.com for giving me permission to use his photo.