LATELY I'M AMAZED BY SO MANY THINGS....

Rocky's hair was a mess this morning.  In our frenzy to get the house somewhat presentable for our young visitors, I neglected to make sure that she had been brushing her hair daily.  She's 10 years old, she really shouldn't have to be reminded, but knowing her as I do, I should have remembered.  I do not think her hair had been brushed since the last time I brushed it, which was probably Wednesday.  Today it was like one big poofy dread lock.  Thats singular, as in one big tangled mass.  I gave up trying to brush through it after 1 hour.  Tomorrow morning should be a real blast.

Someone stole the toilet paper from my bathroom, again.  I know there are some people who believe that I am obsessive about toilet paper, and maybe I am, but this time it really was stolen.   If someone in my house had used the last of the paper on the roll, the roll would have remained on the roller, and the new roll of tissue would have been balanced on top.  Today when I reached for the quilted softness, there was nothing on the roller, not even the bare cardboard tube.  Nada!  I now understand the logic in the locks on the toilet paper dispensers in public restrooms.

My camera is safely back in my loving arms again, and the pocket yahtzee is tucked away in the vanity drawer where it belongs.  My house is now crawling with Oompa Loompas.  Why do I call them Oompa Loompas my father wondered.  Well, its mostly because while they are small and appear childlike, they are really sly, conniving, calculating, intelligent, devious little candy-craving creatures that should never be taken for granted.  I have my 4 and now they have their 3 cousins... the Oompa Loompas In Training as I call them.  I didn't think they would ever go to sleep this evening.  At first I thought how wonderful it was that the children all got along so well, but then I realized that they all got along too well, and suddenly I was afraid!  I was very afraid!

Dickidoo and Becca took over 500 pictures of little Zachary.  I am still going through them all.  And I am so jealous that I wasn't able to hold him.  The most important thing was that Gabe was able to hold him, and the look on his face in the pictures as he holds his son is the mirror image of his own father holding him when he was a baby.  I have so many favorites, but there is one that Becca took of Dickidoo holding his grandson, and each time I look at it I just have to laugh for it represents what being a grandparent is all about.  That little guy has his grandfather by the heart, wrapped around his little finger, and by the hair on his chinney chin chin!