BATHROOM TALK

I'm sitting down, nursing Evelyn, when I hear this conversation from the bathroom.
"OOhh! That one hurt!" cries Sammie, "That was a big one!"
"Let me see, Sammie!", says Myles, as he climbs down from the bathroom countertop.
"OH, that is a big one, Did it hurt?"
"Yes it did Myles!"
"Sammie, have you ever touched poop?" (My ears really perk up).
"No. Have you?"
"Yes, it kinda feels like cheese."

TWO OF A KIND

Our Sammie is alot like her Aunt Maria-who she loves and adores. They both have an infectious laugh that begs for you to join in. Samantha reminds me of my sister Maria-the young and the old! Beautiful, big, blue eyes and a smile that brings happiness and love wherever they go. Both have alot of energy for life and it's hard for me to keep up with them. They have such a happy go-lucky personality-they just want to enjoy life for what it is. I might add, don't get on their bad side. :-) I have found myself calling Samantha, "Maria" when she has given me "The Look"! (My mom knows exactly what I'm talking about) Both are stubborn and determined to figure things out on their own-and that what makes them so loveable. We love our Aunt Maria and are so grateful she came to my rescue and help me get back on my feet. So, here's a song for the two of you. Samantha loves "Pocket full of Sunshine".

Our Beloved Papa

As of October 4th 10:00 am time stood still at our house. All activities stopped and the calender was ignored. It was at that precise time that I called 911. Grandma Jessop had called me over to check on Papa. "I just can't seem to wake him, Angela. Please come over." My heart skipped a beat and I knew something awful had happened.
Our beloved Papa had passed away in his sleep, laying next to the love of his life. It was sudden, unexpected and heartbreaking. Time stood still for the Jessop family as arrangements were made, goodbyes were said, and the grieving began. He was dearly loved and will be sorely missed.
I was only his daughter-in-law, but he treated me like one of his own. Our children adored him. He showered them with love and candy, and I know they will miss both. Jeremy is heartbroken and I feel he hasn't had a moment to truly grieve. So many responsibilities now.
Papa was truly a great and generous man. I looked up to him in so many ways, never complaining, always smiling, a loving husband and father. He has sacrificed so much for his family and I know he wouldn't have had it any other way. I've learned and enjoyed watching him help his dear wife, Yula, recover from her stroke. True love is watching a man putting curlers in his wife's hair, so she can look beautiful.
Life does go on and so the clock has started ticking again. The calender has been reevaluated and now we ask ourselves, "Was it all a dream? Did it really happen? Is it really Oct. 15th? What would Papa do?" He would continue on with a smile on his face.