Well, this morning, as I was getting my two lil' Bumbles dressed and groomed and ready for the day, I decided to brush and braid Evelyn's hair. Saturday is clean-up and laundry day. So, Elliot and Evelyn were helping me to gather all of their toys and clothing and the debris from the morning activity to prepare to go home to their momma.
I had spent the morning folding the laundry and had it neatly stacked in piles for each respective owner. Folded piles of pants, shirts, undies etc. You get the idea. My daughter Sarah, takes such good care of her lil' ones, that she folds each outfit and puts each outfit into a gallon size ziploc bag complete with matching undies and color-coded socks. She is meticulous about making sure every thread of clothing is gathered and goes home with them each visit and then she fills their great big Thirty-One bag with more outfits for the next visit.
Evelyn had scattered her clothing from the last 2 days and she piled it on the couch, some of which I washed this morning. Last week, we shampooed our living room carpet. NO shoes allowed on the carpet. Elliot was attempting to gather all of Evelyn's things without stepping on the carpet with his shoes on. I was braiding Evelyn's hair the whole time as I watched Elliot stretching his short lil' body as far as he could reach to retrieve his sister's many things. He streeeeeeeeeetched, and got one thing, then dropped to his hands in a down-dog position, feet still on the linoleum, walking his hands back to his feet, dropped that into the over sized bag only to have to stretch back out to get the next and the next. I was, of course, silently giggling.
With devoted diligence he continued until every item was gathered and wouldn't you know, the very last item got caught. Elliot's lil' body was suspended there, precariously balanced as I was still braiding and quietly giggling. The position he was in rendered him damned if he did and damned if he didn't. I couldn't wait to see how he would resolve his dilemma.
The whole time, he was so faithful not to step on the shampooed carpet. He lifted his right leg to prop it on the arm of the couch where 2 tall piles of jeans were folded and in one movement they all tumbled to the floor. "Oh, oh," he muttered. I was still giggling. His next movement caused all of the clothing on the back of the couch to tumble out of sight behind it into the dining room floor. All that work gone. I whispered to myself still giggling slightly, "Oh gosh, bless his heart. It is so hard to be patient with little ones and their limitations sometimes."
Evelyn, who the whole time was enduring her hair combing and braiding said, "Well, you know Gramma? You sure are doing a good job being patient with us little ones and you are really doing a good job braiding my hair, and then you can get started on those clothes again!" HAHAHAHAHA.
I am in love with my grandbabies. It really is a special part of life's journey.
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