Just to follow up with another grandma story . . .
Last night we went to Annie's to wish her a Happy Birthday. We had good treats and a good time. (Happy #32 Big Sister!) Grandma and Grandpa came out as well. Grandma's had a rough year so far, but is doing better. How do I know she's doing better?
Willie, Annie, and I were helping Grandma and Grandpa back to the truck. I was wheeling the oxygen tank in front of Grandma. There was this innocent little girl, probably around 7 years old, riding her scooter along the sidewalk.
Grandma says in her best grandma whisper, "Run over that little girl."
Willie, Annie, and I were laughing so hard. We said, "Grandma! Be nice!"
She replied, "Well . . . her pants are ugly."
Oh well. Glad to know Grandma was feeling well last night.
26 May 2010
23 May 2010
Stories of babies past
Haley, here. Molly is too tired to type. I guess I'll have to pick up the slack.
When Grandma Huber brought us dinner on Thursday night, she told us a couple of stories I thought I'd record for posterity's sake.
Formula
We were talking about the ease of washing dishes in a dishwasher and using formula purchased at the store. Grandma used to make her baby formula. The ingredients were, according to my Grandma, heavy cream [or maybe canned milk], water, and Karo syrup. She also added vinegar to the mix because it kept the hard Magna water from ruining her pan. She said that the older kids would moan and groan whenever she made a batch because it stunk so bad. Grandma's final comment was, "well, none of them died!"
Cars and Kids
Car seats are, of course, a more recent baby safety device. My parents didn't have one for me and my grandparents definitely didn't have them for my parents. In fact, even though they were required by law, I remember occasionally not putting my brother in one when he was a baby. When I was in junior high, I tended Willie while I was off track from year-round school. My grandma would drive down and pick me up when it was time to head over to school for basketball practice. We never used the car seat. I would hold Willie on my lap until we got to Brockbank. Once ther, we switched. I'd hand Willie over to Grandma, grab my shoes and water, and be gone. Grandma would either keep Willie on her lap or (as she told us Thursday) put Willie on the floor underneath her legs while she drove back home. She'd tend him until my mom or dad picked him up.
Grandma said she used a similar tactic the first time she and Grandpa took their family to Disneyland. Geneil was just a baby. They borrowed Great Grandpa Huber's Cadillac and put the 4 older girls in the back seat and Geneil sat up in the front, either on Grandma's lap, or again, on the floor.
She also told us about an early infant seat called the "car bed." I imagine it was something like this picture, but more bed-like than seat-like. It was a baby bed that had two large hooks to attach it to the passenger seat and then it hung over the back seat. Grandma said she once was so frustrated with Jackie screaming all the time that she got in the car, put Jackie in the car bed and decided to go for a ride to calm her down. She headed up 9th South and as they were going up the steep hill, she had to stop quick and the car bed flipped over the top of the seat and threw Jackie down on the floor, with the car bed on top of her. It sounds a bit scary, but Grandma was laughing like crazy telling us the story.
She also told us about how she would load up kids in the station wagon with all of the seats down in the back. The kids could just slide all over the back (no seatbelts, of course). She said they would always yell, "Slam on the breaks, Mom!" and they'd all go sliding and crashing one way. Then, they'd yell, "Dig it, mom, dig it!" and they'd all go sliding and crashing the other way.
When Grandma Huber brought us dinner on Thursday night, she told us a couple of stories I thought I'd record for posterity's sake.
Formula
We were talking about the ease of washing dishes in a dishwasher and using formula purchased at the store. Grandma used to make her baby formula. The ingredients were, according to my Grandma, heavy cream [or maybe canned milk], water, and Karo syrup. She also added vinegar to the mix because it kept the hard Magna water from ruining her pan. She said that the older kids would moan and groan whenever she made a batch because it stunk so bad. Grandma's final comment was, "well, none of them died!"Cars and Kids
Car seats are, of course, a more recent baby safety device. My parents didn't have one for me and my grandparents definitely didn't have them for my parents. In fact, even though they were required by law, I remember occasionally not putting my brother in one when he was a baby. When I was in junior high, I tended Willie while I was off track from year-round school. My grandma would drive down and pick me up when it was time to head over to school for basketball practice. We never used the car seat. I would hold Willie on my lap until we got to Brockbank. Once ther, we switched. I'd hand Willie over to Grandma, grab my shoes and water, and be gone. Grandma would either keep Willie on her lap or (as she told us Thursday) put Willie on the floor underneath her legs while she drove back home. She'd tend him until my mom or dad picked him up.
Grandma said she used a similar tactic the first time she and Grandpa took their family to Disneyland. Geneil was just a baby. They borrowed Great Grandpa Huber's Cadillac and put the 4 older girls in the back seat and Geneil sat up in the front, either on Grandma's lap, or again, on the floor.
She also told us about an early infant seat called the "car bed." I imagine it was something like this picture, but more bed-like than seat-like. It was a baby bed that had two large hooks to attach it to the passenger seat and then it hung over the back seat. Grandma said she once was so frustrated with Jackie screaming all the time that she got in the car, put Jackie in the car bed and decided to go for a ride to calm her down. She headed up 9th South and as they were going up the steep hill, she had to stop quick and the car bed flipped over the top of the seat and threw Jackie down on the floor, with the car bed on top of her. It sounds a bit scary, but Grandma was laughing like crazy telling us the story.
She also told us about how she would load up kids in the station wagon with all of the seats down in the back. The kids could just slide all over the back (no seatbelts, of course). She said they would always yell, "Slam on the breaks, Mom!" and they'd all go sliding and crashing one way. Then, they'd yell, "Dig it, mom, dig it!" and they'd all go sliding and crashing the other way.
22 May 2010
1 Week Old
Hello everyone,
On Thursday night, Grandma and Grandpa Huber insisted on bringing us dinner. My mom and dad were, of course, very appreciative, but hoped it'd be okay since a lot of time other people take THEM dinner. My mom and dad got a little worried because it took them a long time to get to our house. When they finally got there, my dad went out to help get the food and grandma in the house. He asked if she had enough oxygen and she slugged him. I guess they were okay. They brought us burgers from Crown Burgers. I sat in the swing and took a little nap, but I dreamed of the day that I could eat a french fry.
It's Molly here again. I turned 1 week old yesterday. It has been a great week! I've had lots and lots of people come to visit me. They came to the hospital and to my house. I've met Grandma and Grandpa Binggeli, Grandma and Grandpa Petersen, Great Grandma and Grandpa Huber, and a bunch of other people including aunts, uncles, and cousins! Some people brought my mom and dad dinner and others just came for a visit. I even met my cousins Elliott and Wyatt. Elliott smiled a lot and held me nice, but I think Wyatt just wanted to eat me.
On Thursday night, Grandma and Grandpa Huber insisted on bringing us dinner. My mom and dad were, of course, very appreciative, but hoped it'd be okay since a lot of time other people take THEM dinner. My mom and dad got a little worried because it took them a long time to get to our house. When they finally got there, my dad went out to help get the food and grandma in the house. He asked if she had enough oxygen and she slugged him. I guess they were okay. They brought us burgers from Crown Burgers. I sat in the swing and took a little nap, but I dreamed of the day that I could eat a french fry.
. . . more to come later. My mom says I need to eat and take a nap.
19 May 2010
Pretty in Pink
Hi everyone, Molly here again.
This morning my daddy got me dressed and he put me in this cute pink dress. Later on this morning, my mom decided to wash the green bow out of my hair. After it gets washed, my hair gets all fluffy and pretty like this. Don't you like it?
17 May 2010
Hello, my name is Molly!
Hello everyone,
My name is Molly and today, I am 3 days old! I don't really do much yet. I sleep a lot, eat some, and poop a lot. My mom says I'm a pretty easy baby, but she keeps saying "knock on wood" and I don't really know what that means. Oh, I also sneeze a lot and people tell me it's cute. All I know is I am really sleepy and I keep dozing off. But, when I peek at my mom, she is doing the same thing, so I think that's what I'm supposed to do.
It took a lot of effort for me to get here. The whole thing even gave me a big bruise on my whole head and my poor little nose and ear were squished, but I'm happy to be here anyway. It must have been a little rough for my mom, too, because she keeps sitting on pillows.
I like my new home. It made me a little nervous at first, but now it's great! The first thing I did when I got here was grunt a lot and made a really messy diaper. I thought I'd show my parents who's boss, so after they got me cleaned up, but before they put my new diaper all the way on, I piddled a puddle all over their bed. Ha! Ha! Ha! It soaked through 2 blankets and their bed spread. They didn't get too mad at me, though.
I only woke up twice in the night. It's because I was hungry. My mom helped me once and my dad helped me once. I like my mom and dad and they love me!
Tomorrow on my 4 day birthday, I get to go to the doctor. I'll let you know how it goes, or I'll ask my mom to write it, since I can't really type yet.
Bye bye,
Molly
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