On Thursday, I realized that Terry had left the country without installing the boys' car seats. No problem, I would go online and look for a Youtube demonstration. I wondered why there weren't any, until I realized it's because all the car seats are unique and all the cars are different. So, I began reading the information available. Each site suggested taking the car seats our of the box and reading the directions. Thanks for nothing. There were so many different combinations, I tried to call China for help. No answer... So, I thought, "I managed to graduate from college; I will just figure it out myself." I successfully installed the car seats and thanked God for my mechanical intuitiveness, or my sheer dumb luck. The boys stayed overnight so we had breakfast together, got dressed and went out to the garage. I got Andrew into his seat with no problem. But the straps on Nathan's seat didn't seem to fit him. I looked for a way to loosen them, being very thankful I had put Andrew in the looser one. I got one side of the belt locked and realized there was no way the other side would close without being extremely painful. I had to have Mary help me by keeping an eye on Nathan while I removed the seat and finally found the secret latch. We loaded Nathan back into his seat which now fit much more comfortably. Terry said they make it difficult so children can't open it. I think the design is definitely child proof.
With our 2 Cellos CD playing, we were off. We discovered when we tried to put the address in the GPS, it likes North Chicago better than Chicago (North) and Green Bay Rd. (North) better than North Green Bay Rd. I guess the GPS is also child proof.
The excitement in the air at Match Day was palpable. Even the boys were aware of it. We tried out the restrooms immediately. Nathan explained to me that he now stands up to go to the bathroom. I accepted the information and proceeded to lift him to a more appropriate height. I also attempted to lean him a bit forward to make certain our aim was dead on. I cautioned Nathan to keep his fingers out of the way and held on and on and on to him. Job finally done. I turned around and discovered Mary had arrived with Andrew ready to do his own "aim and fire." A lift to wash their hands. Another lift for the paper towels. The boys loved the automatic paper towel dispenser.
The officials passed out the envelopes and the students stood with them trembling in their hands. It's the Academy Awards of medical school. Precisely at 10:00 A.M. the students were instructed to open their envelopes. A terrorizing scream came from a young lady standing near us as she collapsed on the floor in tears. The boys eyes were growing larger than they had at the sight of hundreds of plates of cake. Rebecca opened hers and thankfully discovered she would be spending the next four years in the Chicago area at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. The boys wouldn't have to do without their Auntie Becca. They helped me text the good news to the rest of the family. They selected the chocolate cake and Gramma drank the champagne.
They serve delicious cake.
The boys suggested we look for the playground. They were ready for more fun. I was puzzled about their request, but realized we were at Rebecca's "school." They think schools have playgrounds. Rebecca offered to show them cadavers, but Gramma declined.
We went to lunch to celebrate. The boys were eager to check out the restrooms. Andrew told me he wanted to stand to go. He also told me I didn't need to lift him. I eyeballed the measurements and decided a lift was in order. After a bit I asked Andrew if he really was ready. Then I found out, Andrew didn't need to be leaned forward. In fact, I might have been better off with the stall door open. I did my best.
Later, Daddy told me the boys don't go standing up, yet. Gramma helps them with another first! I do not have any recollection of teaching my sons this. I do remember one of them asking their Uncle Jim, "Do you wipe it or shake it?" I don't remember his response.
With our 2 Cellos CD playing, we were off. We discovered when we tried to put the address in the GPS, it likes North Chicago better than Chicago (North) and Green Bay Rd. (North) better than North Green Bay Rd. I guess the GPS is also child proof.
The excitement in the air at Match Day was palpable. Even the boys were aware of it. We tried out the restrooms immediately. Nathan explained to me that he now stands up to go to the bathroom. I accepted the information and proceeded to lift him to a more appropriate height. I also attempted to lean him a bit forward to make certain our aim was dead on. I cautioned Nathan to keep his fingers out of the way and held on and on and on to him. Job finally done. I turned around and discovered Mary had arrived with Andrew ready to do his own "aim and fire." A lift to wash their hands. Another lift for the paper towels. The boys loved the automatic paper towel dispenser.
The officials passed out the envelopes and the students stood with them trembling in their hands. It's the Academy Awards of medical school. Precisely at 10:00 A.M. the students were instructed to open their envelopes. A terrorizing scream came from a young lady standing near us as she collapsed on the floor in tears. The boys eyes were growing larger than they had at the sight of hundreds of plates of cake. Rebecca opened hers and thankfully discovered she would be spending the next four years in the Chicago area at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. The boys wouldn't have to do without their Auntie Becca. They helped me text the good news to the rest of the family. They selected the chocolate cake and Gramma drank the champagne.
May I have the envelope, please?
I'm glad Gramma won't be spending the rest of the day crying.
I think I may want to go to medical school, too.
I need to find the playground before I decide on this medical school.
The boys suggested we look for the playground. They were ready for more fun. I was puzzled about their request, but realized we were at Rebecca's "school." They think schools have playgrounds. Rebecca offered to show them cadavers, but Gramma declined.
We went to lunch to celebrate. The boys were eager to check out the restrooms. Andrew told me he wanted to stand to go. He also told me I didn't need to lift him. I eyeballed the measurements and decided a lift was in order. After a bit I asked Andrew if he really was ready. Then I found out, Andrew didn't need to be leaned forward. In fact, I might have been better off with the stall door open. I did my best.
Later, Daddy told me the boys don't go standing up, yet. Gramma helps them with another first! I do not have any recollection of teaching my sons this. I do remember one of them asking their Uncle Jim, "Do you wipe it or shake it?" I don't remember his response.
I'm glad I ate my cake first.
I belong to the clean plate club.
I'm going to invite Auntie Becca to my Match Day.
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