I am hot

then I am cold

then I am hot again

add to that . . .

the scratchy/sore throat and coughing, sneezing, sniffling so I can(‘t) sleep symptoms.

Yes, I have a giant head cold – which, I guess, is better than having a giant head, right?

Poor hubby was sick last week – AND I spent all day Saturday at a very rainy and windy and cold event – described a bit by Lessa here. (I’ll cheat and let her do the telling and showing – I don’t think SHE has a cold – heh.

Ladybug teases in my comments about her youngest and his visit to us a couple of nights ago. She says it is my story to tell – so here it is . . .

The youngest buglet came with his mama and daddy (sorry – but both were unnecessary to the visit – although it is always good to see them – it is the boyo we were tickled to see) to see us a few nights ago. He is a very, very, VERY busy little boy – 2 1/2 years old – and, did I say busy?!? He came in – ran to me to get a hug and kiss – then to Paw-Paw moosie for a hug and kiss – then he was down and around and up again as he would not light for more than a few minutes (that’s how you fall asleep, you know – lighting for too long a time)

On one of his down and around modes he came across The Boy’s (Lessa’s boy) RC hummer. It needed to GO right now! So Paw-Paw moosie found the remote and began to move the hummer across the floor. We all laughed when buglet ran to me and climbed into my lap (watch those elbows, boy!!! mammograms ain’t got NOTHING on that boy’s elbows!) and proceeded to delight us with his antics.

Each time the hummer would come toward my chair, buglet would curl his little feet up tighter under his bottom and yell “he’s coming! he’s coming!”. His legs would straighten each time the car went away from us – and I would say “it’s going!” then Paw-Paw moosie would bring it back toward us and the cry would go out again – “he’s coming! he’s coming!”.

All we could do was giggle. So very cute – and growing up waaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too fast. He’s the last of our grands and we know there are no more babies until one of the older ones gets married (in a HUNDRED years or so!) and has babies – and then we will REALLY be GREAT grandparents. Although, how any grandparent could be greater than we already are . . . I will never know. haha.

So – there are the two stories – links etc. I need to go and soothe my throat with something. Maybe someone can bring me some orange sherbet? Hmmm – off to call Lessa. “sweeetie . . . I’ll buy YOU some ice cream if you will get me some sherbet . . .”

Think it’ll work?