Mom: "Is the baby crying?"
Trixie: "Yes, but I think he's sleepy. "
Mom: "I bet he's hungry, just give 'em a little rice cereal."
Mom: "Is LM OK?"
RM: "Yes, he has a wet diaper."
Mom: "Oh, I bet if you give him a little rice cereal he'll be OK. "
Mom: "Why is Lula-belle upset?"
JJ: "She fell and stubbed her toe."
Mom: "Oh, poor baby. You know, a little rice cereal will help her feel better."
Do you see the trend? Apparently, rice cereal is the cure to everything. You know what cereal I am talking about? It's one of the first solid foods you can feed a baby. It tastes like . . . well . . . something that rhymes with "mitt" (had to keep that very weak knitting reference in there). I may be exaggerating slightly on the fact that this is her standard answer for everything that ails children. OK, I'm not, not really. But my mom's intentions are good. She likes to help and is always willing to give a hand. For this, I love her.
Which brings me to the fact that RM is sick. Down with a sinus infection and missing work. Two days. Two looooong days. The question I dread asking is "How are you feeling?" I usually try to do this while standing at the bottom of the basement stairs in a whisper. Otherwise I tend to hear how no one else this side of the Mississippi has ever been this sick. Ten bulls couldn't endure the pain he is experiencing. He then goes on to tell me how brave he is being between the moans and the sniffles.
Now, because I love him dearly (and want him to take care of me when I am old), I willing take care of his needs. Each and everyone. . . tomato soup and the "little" crackers, only the lemonade flavored Gatorade with crushed ice in the blue glass, running to the video store to get the last four episodes of 24 (at 9pm mind you), and the biggie . . . wait for it . . . no knitting while he is home so I can tend to his every need. That last one is H.A.R.D. But to me, he is worth it. When I need him, he is always there.
I need him to get better. Maybe I should give 'em some rice cereal?