My wife is a miracle worker!

It's official, Dee Dee is a miracle worker. With the coming of Parker she was in full mother mode taking care of Erica, Nate and Madison. On Tuesday Dee and Tressa went to get Erica and Parker from the hospital plus Tressa had a Dr. appt. Being the Grandad that I am of course I offered to watch Peyton and Madison. Melia was working that day so I said adding Isabell would be no problem after all they were just grabbing her from the hospital and would be home. Yeeeaaah.

Camp Grandpa was ready to roll. We listened to some good ole 60's music so they can dance and show off their moves. Isabell combined the Isabell wiggle with the moonwalk (in honor of Young Michael Jackson) of course she forgot to clear the floor behind her. After the dancing it was outside to pick the blueberries which are just starting to come on. I figured there was about a cereal bowl full of berries ready to go and we would have some around to snack on during the day. I sorely under estimated my picking crews munching abilities. I was never able to accumulate any berries before my helpers emptied my bowl.

With all the outside activities done it was time for lunch. This went surprisingly well, Isabell was in the booster chair, Madison in the highchair and Peyton stood on a chair all within arms reach of me. They chowed down their Mac and Cheese so well I even got two bites in. Isabell barely made it through lunch when I started losing her to sleep so down she went for her nap. The other two needed a little play time before they would go down. Off to the kitchen we ran to make dinner for Erica and Nate. By the time I got their dinner prepared and cooling down the other two were ready to go down. Ahhhhh nap time, time to recoup, time to catch my breath, time to start our dinner for the night but no, it was time for Isabell to wake up.Now it's one o'clock and no relief party coming yet, I still have work to do outside. Isabell likes to be read to, repeatedly. of course the 10th reading of the little kids books gets a bit old, but not to her. Just when I think she is ready to get down and play so I can get to the 2nd dinner the other two wake up. Now it's diaper changing time. I imagine the parents were expecting me to put the right size diaper on the right child but a one size fits all would be much more convenient to me. I did the right thing and put the right size on each child. Still no relief party, how long could it take to get from the hospital.


By the third call home to tell me they wouldn't be coming home I was putting Dee Dee on speaker phone so she could hear the kids in the background begging to be pick up or read to or whatever else they needed. The ladies eventually came home the kids were all okay, I was okay. So what makes my wife a miracle worker? She did this same thing with about the same age kids everyday with our kids. Tressa was 17 months when the twins were born, so she had 3 years of three little kids to take care of and she did it remarkable well. She did it like all mothers do who love their kids and want the best for them. Its the fact that she didn't shoot me when I got home from work to tell her what a tough day I had with 16, 17 & 18 years old is what makes her the miracle worker.