Day One Hundred Ninety One 2013

Uh oh, Kay has a boo boo on her left knee. Not really. Well, actually, my whole left knee is one big boo boo. Bad knees run in my family. Wish I was immune. Doc says my meniscus [a pad of fibrous tissue which cushions the femur and tibia] is showing some wear, which is causing me grief. One of the joys of growing older, but growing older beats the alternative, as they say. I think so, anyway. So he gave me a shot [in the knee as you can see~ouch!] of cortisone which should ease my pains in the coming weeks [hopefully]. Back in six weeks for a look-see. Hope your Wednesday was pain free.

Day One Hundred Ninety 2013

Tuesday Lunch Bunch Peeps: hubby Neil [who always looks thrilled to be in my blog pics], daughter Holly, daughter Kelly, grandson Knox, granddaughter Shelby, niece Julia, niece Sarah, and grandson Elijah. We hit the D.Q., enjoyed a meal together and shared some laughs. Good times, y’all!

Day One Hundred Eighty Nine 2013

PLAY ‘TIL YOU WIN!

We ended up at CiCi’s Pizza today for lunch. The kids, big and small, were attracted to the game room where  Kelly and Shelby sparred in a game of air hockey.

Elijah drove a race car ~ mostly on the side of the road. No seat belt.

And ~ uh oh! ~ Knox spied …

… Elmo buried in that impossible quest where you drop the claw on top of the toy you want and pray that it latches on so you can pull it out of the pile. Grandpa knew this particular quest would bear no fruit ~ Elmo ~ so he didn’t even try. Walked away. Left Elmo buried. Uh oh.

Shelby found a game ~ with a similar claw ~ that scooped up candy and cheap plastic toys. Not as difficult as that other game.

They scooped out all sorts of goodies.

The name of the game!

But, alas, Elmo got left behind, buried in the machine, and there was no consoling Knox, who cried big tears, and wailed for Elmo all the way home. We’ve never seen him so distraught. But time heals all wounds. He soon forgot his heartbreak and finally moved on with his life, thank goodness. School of hard knocks [Knox?]. Lesson learned. You don’t always get what you want. It must be Monday or something.

Day One Hundred Eighty Eight 2013

Will you look at that! It’s blue sky and sunlight! All day! We’d almost forgotten what this looked like.

Grandson Knox enjoyed his Strawberries and Cream treat at Starbucks this afternoon.

And then he jumped up and did his happy dance ~ just because. So here we go. Another week begins. Hope yours is joyful.

Day One Hundred Eighty Seven 2013

At Wal-Mart today, grandson Knox cried big tears when we had to take his Elmo bibs, Elmo plate, and Elmo fork and spoon away from him long enough to run them through the check out scanner. You would have thought we were chopping off his arms and legs. No bagging these items. He got them back and carried them to the car and held them all the way home. Some things are sacred. You just don’t take away a man’s Elmo stuff.