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You may recall a couple weeks ago when I wrote about having strep.Â I missed only one day of work, but I felt awful for several days.Â I probably spread strep around at school before I knew I had it.
Well, this past Sunday morning, RT woke up and told me that he thought he might have strep because his throat was so sore.Â Not wanting to spread it around at church if he did have it, we skipped church and went to a Minute Clinic to get a strep test.Â Yep, he had it.Â He said he thought he’d probably had it for at least a week because he had felt so tired and run down – but no sore throat until the weekend.
Stinkeroo (our daughter) called last night.Â “Mom, did you or Dad have a fever when you had strep throat?”
“No, neither of us ran a fever.”
“I think Sweet Stuff might have strep.Â She doesn’t have a fever, but she says her throat is hurting.”
So this morning, I checked email.Â Stinkeroo was true to form.Â Even though it was night, she wanted to know for sure.Â At 10:30 last night Stinkeroo emailed me to tell me that she had taken Sweet Stuff to the Minute Clinic, and she did have strep.
So, in the last week, my precious Stinkeroo has been to the doctor with Sunshine who was diagnosed with croup.Â I wrote about staying home with her last Thursday.Â Then to the hospital with S when he had minor surgery.Â Monday she had to take their dog, Bogey, to the veterinarian to get staples for a bad cut he got while jumping over some equipment for an irrigation system they’re putting in their yard, and now she had to take Sweet Stuff to the doctor for strep throat.
Here’s part of her emailÂ which I thought was funny:
I was telling S, I donâ€™t think any of us had been to a doctor in a while and in the past week, I have been to the Dr with Sunshine for the Croup, S for a Hernia Surgery, Bogey to staple his leg, and now Sweet Stuff with Strep.Â Â I guess I need to take vitamins to make sure I donâ€™t catch anything, so I can take care of everyone.Â Â I just really hope we donâ€™t pass around Strep in the family.Â The lady there thought it was funny Sweet Stuff caught strep from grandparents instead of the other way around.
Yep, PawPaw and Grandma Carol – the strep throat carriers.Â Sadly, it’s true.
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This is Sweet Stuff.Â I amÂ visiting my Grandma Carol.Â I love my Grandma Carol because she is so sweet.Â
I love my PaPa because he is so fine.Â I love his silly dance.Â I love PaPa because he is silly.
Â I love my mom because she is nice.Â I love my mom because she is fine.Â I love my mom.
I love my daddy because he is so good.Â I love my daddy because he loves me.
I love Sunshine because she is so funny.Â I love my Sunshine because she is so sweet.Â I love my Sunshine because she loves me.
Today I gave the children’s sermon at my church.Â Which, in light of previous heated debates on this blog, is kinda funny to me.Â I’m a woman, and IÂ spoke and taughtÂ in the sanctuary of a church during the regular Sunday morning service with ADULT males present.Â Heresy according to my COC readers. However, I digress.
I wanted to write down what I said to the children.Â Not because I came up with something outstanding.Â I didn’t at all.Â Last week, when I was asked to do the children’s service this morning, I immediately emailed my family and asked for suggestions.Â My younger sister, Debi, does the children’s sermon regularly at her church in Georgia.Â She immediately emailed the following sermon to me, and it’s the one I used this morning.Â I KNOW Debi did a much better job than I did.Â Afterwards, I realized that I had forgotten one of the important points.Â However, I think it went “okay” this morning.
One of the best parts, for me, Â is that my oldest grandgirl, 5-year-old Sweet Stuff, was there with me.Â So that was fun.Â She got to see me in a different light than just as “Grandma Carol.”
Here’s the lesson:
The Box of Crayons
Good morning, boys and girls!Â What do I have here?Â Â That’s right, a box of crayons.
Did you know that our church is like this box of crayons?
This box of crayons has 64 different colors in it.Â No two crayons are exactly the same color.
And our church is full of people.Â God did not make any two of the people in our church the same.Â Â Everyone here has their own talents and abilities, just like each crayon in the box has its own color.
When you draw a picture, the prettiest ones are the ones where you have used lots of different crayons and have lots of different colors.
And at our church, we are at our best when a lot of different people are all using their talents and abilities for God.Â That makes the church better and stronger.
But, you know, the crayons in this box are really all pretty much the same, too.Â They are all the same size and the same shape and they all are made for drawing and coloring.
The people in our church are all really pretty much the same, too.Â God loves us and He made us all.Â He has a plan for what He wants us to be doing.Â And we all need God.
When you see these crayons today – and actually whenever you see a crayon, remember that you need to be using your life, your talents and abilities to draw a beautiful picture for God.
On the way home from church, I asked Sweet Stuff if she remembered what the children’s sermon was about, and her reply was “Yes.Â The church is like a box of crayons.”
If I had it to do over, I would have bought a small box of crayons for each child.Â It wouldn’t have cost much since the most we’ve ever had was 12 children – and this morning there were only six.Â I had the box of 64 to use as the lesson object.Â I guess I could have given them each one of those.Â But giving each child just one crayon didn’t make much sense to me.
This evening, RT, Sunshine, Sweet Stuff and I decided to watch “Because of Winn Dixie” after dinner.Â Both the girls sat in my lap – one on each side with a blanket over us – snuggling together.Â Sunshine started getting drowsy and put her head against my shoulder.Â Within a few minutes she was sound asleep – cuddled up against my left side, her soft hair next to my face.Â Sweet Stuff, cuddled on my right, looked at her younger sister.Â She reached over with a smile, and smoothed her hand across Sunshine’s face – carressingÂ her with love and big sisterly care.
And there I was – in the middle of one of the most tender moments I’ve ever witnessed.
They’ll be here soon – sometime around 9:00 a.m.Â We will babysit the grandgirls until sometime mid-day on Monday.Â It’s their mom’s birthday (our daughter).Â My baby will be 32 years old.Â She and our son-in-law are going to spend the weekend with some friends and celebrate her birthday.Â RT and I will take care of Sweet Stuff (5 years old) and Sunshine (3 years old).Â I’m looking forward to it.
In preparation, I went to Michael’s yesterday and picked up some arts and crafts items.Â I had given the girls digital cameras for Christmas (VERY inexpensive children’s cameras.Â They were only $19.95 each – so I’m not expecting any great photos).Â I thought we might try printing some of their pictures and making a small photo album OR just framing a photo from each of their cameras.Â We’ll have to see what quality photos they’ve taken.
Since they enjoy helping me cook so much, I bought aprons for all of us, and we’ll paint and decorate those aprons and then keep them here for them to use whenever they visit and we cook.Â
Blogging might be extra light this weekend because I will be quite busy!
Both the grandgirls – Sweet Stuff and Sunshine – told Santa Claus that they wanted a scooter and a teddy bear for Christmas. That’s all they wanted.
Santa listened to them when they shared those wishes a few weeks ago, and since both Sweet Stuff and Sunshine are incredibly good children, they were assured that Santa would bring them what they wanted.
Yesterday, Sweet Stuff (5 years old) quietly confided to her mother that she had a test planned for Santa Claus. She really wanted a Barbie, but she hadn’t said a word about it to anybody so she could see if Santa really knows what children want without their telling him.
My son-in-law, overhearing the conversation, exchanged looks with my daughter and then remembered that they still needed to get some carrots to leave out for Santa’s reindeer, too. It took awhile for him to find those carrots, but he returned home with a smile on his face. Santa should pass the test easily.
My cell phone rang yesterday morning. Looking at it, I saw that the call was from my daughter’s number. However, recently I’ve learned to not assume that a call from my daughter’s number would necessarily be my daughter. My five-year old grandgirl, Sweet Stuff, has memorized my phone number and has called me several times in the past week. When I answer the phone by greeting my daughter by name, she giggles and says, “No, it’s ME!” So, to be on the safe side, I answer the phone with a generic “hello?” Good call. It was Sweet Stuff again.
Yesterday she was full of excitement over the holidays – brimming over with giggles and stories of their Christmas activities. She told me that they were making gingerbread and cookies and that they were wrapping presents. They were hurrying to wrap her daddy’s presents before he got home from work. Later they would make gingerbread houses.
She was so excited and happy that I could feel the Christmas glow over the phone. She put her younger sister, Sunshine, on the phone. Sunshine told me her version of the day’s plans. I took the phone out to PawPaw who was in the backyard working on the stools he is making them for Christmas. He told Sunshine that he was helping Santa by making something in his workshop for them. Sunshine called out, “Sweet Stuff, PawPaw is making us something in his workshop!”
Their sweet voices resonating with Christmas joy brought back memories of their mother and uncle – my two children – as little ones excited about Christmas – and back even further to memories of myself and my siblings as we awaited with breathless anticipation Christmas morning.
Christmas – the thread joining generations together in joy and wonder.
Besides Christmas carols in church, “Christmas in Dixie” by Alabama is my favorite Christmas song.Â I haven’t heard it yet this year, though.Â I keep hoping one of the radio stations will play it.Â I have a copy of the CD, but it’s packed away somewhere in one of my storage rooms. Next Christmas we’ll be in our new house, and I’ll have all my stuff out of the storage rooms and I can enjoy all my things again.
This afternoon my daughter called and told me about something that had happened earlier on a shopping trip with SweetÂ Stuff (age 5).Â They had “Christmas in Dixie” playing in the car as they drove home.Â Sweet stuff listened for awhile and then starting singing along.Â However, she made a slight change in the words.Â Instead of “Christmas IN Dixie” she sang “Christmas WINN Dixie.”Â
CHRISTMAS IN DIXIEÂ (by Alabama)
By now in New York City, theres snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine’s falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland’s all in lights
And in Atlanta, Georgia, there’s peace on earth tonight
Chirstmas in Dixie, its snowin’ in the pines
Merry Christmas from Dixie, to everyone tonight
It’s windy in Chicago. the kids are out of school
There’s magic in Motown. the city’s on the move
In Jackson, Mississippi, to Charlotte, Caroline
And all across the nation, it’s the peaceful Christmas time
And from Fort Payne, Alabama
Merry Christmas…Merry Christmas tonight