So – as we’re getting ready to move, we’ve been sorting through lots of old books and mementos, one of which happened to be my mom’s old bible. As I flipped through, I found a hand-written note dated Easter 1978, with instructions for the baby sitter on how to care for us while my parents were out. I would have been just past 1 year old then, and my mom would have been a ripe 22. These are her instructions – many of which ring true today. Thanks, mama. You made me smile today.
Being knee deep in potty training with Blake, I found my mom’s advice on my brother’s potty time to ring true. “Hold his pee-er down so he doesn’t pee on his face.” I have, in fact, seen this happen before learning the hard way otherwise. *So* wish my mom had been here to offer that advice a few months ago. (I’m also super fond of, “If she’s fussy, throw her in bed.”)
In addition, I’d like to point out that I was probably in my 20s before I stopped associating the word “pee-er” with “peer” – as in “a group of peers.” I’m still not sure what to call it so Blake doesn’t have the same problem.
Anyway – my smile for the day, care of my mama in heaven.