Excuse me, Fannie, what are you doing...?

My cat has divorced me! I catch her and Mother sleeping together all the time. It has become a weekly ritual between Mother, the cat, and I; we go to bed and Mother will meow and call for the cat and we lay together and then I'll get up and continue on with my things. The meowing is so funny but explaining it will only give you half of the hilarity (I guess I should try and record it!). The meow itself is quite unique because it's definitely not an inviting meow; i'm not sure if it sounds more like a cat that just got hit by a car or a cat in labor. That's not it folks, she sometimes gets her animal noises mixed up! 

I've heard her say, "Meow, meow, moo, moo", "here baby, come, ROOOOOARRRRRRR", and also a weird horse, african-clicking sort of noise too! Each night is a fun little game for us. There are also nights that cat just meows and she will go up and lay with her, it really seems like that cat is calling for her and every time Mother says, "oh, my baby" and goes up. 

Side-note: we've always called Mother different names even when she wasn't so "silly" like Ruth (our paternal Grandma's name), Carole (her real name) and Annie (her nickname) but for some reason lately I've been calling her Fannie, which isn't weird because we call Nancy (sis-in-law) Fancy sometimes, it must be an "f" thing.

She was laying right next to the kitty out cold. I didnt know what to do so I just left her there for the time being but later woke her up and moved her bed. She was not a happy camper.

Me:  Fannie, what are you doing in my bed?

Mother: mehhhhh, leave me alone

Me: Where I going to sleep?

Mother: The baby...

Me: The baby what? Here, let's go to your room and we'll bring her.

Mother: mehhh, what are we doing? Do i have to go somewhere?

Me: Nope, it's late we have to go to your bed to sleep and Melanie will wake you up in the morning to watch tv and eat.

Mother: ok. goodbye.

She's very abrupt when she is done with the conversation, haha. I'm not even joking but we literally hear, "what are we doing? do I have to go somewhere?" at least 6 times a day. 

Mother and her outfits

What a fashionista Mother has become!!! It's hard to not wonder if she actually thinks it looks okay. I ask her all the time and she just says, "What?" (in her grumpy voice), so I've decided to keep a fashion portfolio for Mother. Here are just a few:

March 24th

It was a typical night for us with Mother and when I say typical I mean that there is never a dull moment. I tried four different times to get Mother to take her pill and each time I failed miserably but the best part was that she thought it was the funniest thing in entire world so I was okay with going through the process over and over again. I put the pill in her mouth and put the Pepsi aka crack up to her mouth and tell her to swallow and every night she swallows it and we move on, well not last night. She drank over 20 oz of Pepsi but never swallowed the pill; she hid it in her mouth, spit it out at me 3 times, and lastly she took it out of her mouth threw it in the air and yelled, “bing.” She was laughing so hard she was crying and how could I not laugh along with her especially when I look at her and she has her sweatshirt on backwards and white from the pill all over her lips.

After my many attempts at getting Mother to take her pill Melanie came down and after only two attempts she got Mother to swallow it. Oh what a silly goose.  

Somber times

Yep, once again I've been slacking on blogging! Ugh, I have so much to say and you don't realize how time quickly goes by and drags at the same time. Times haven't been the best and it's just been a stressful time but I'm back and like a broken record i'm going to say that I swear i'll be back doing it on the regular.

Mother has been a little bit 'goofier' in the last couple of months and well, it sure did progress. I'm no going to lie that I also kind of lost my smile as Melanie and Kendra would say about me. I couldn't find the laughter and was just sad but now i'm back on board.

I know you've missed her so here is a picture to start things off:

You....

Since Mother has such a big vocabulary its hard to keep up, wink wink. You often find her say you or baby as you should have already picked up on. The other day I was just sitting there watching the tube with her and had just given her an ice cream sandwich because her dementia conveniently chose to remember ice cream and that mother's loves ice cream. Anyways, She finishes her ice cream turns to me, points and says, "you, you I don't like you". You know even after I give her her precious ice cream she says this...Don't worry, I checked back with her later on and she doesn't hate me anymore she said "you're alright" Whoop, Whoop!

What are you doing?

Sometime Mother has her chatty Kathy pants on and yesterday was that day, today not so much...

I'm sitting on the couch with her watching our CSI together and she turns to me and says, "What are you doing?" and I'm obviously doing nothing so Im like nothing why and she proceeds to ask me three more times before I realize what's going on and then I answer her by saying, "Raisins" and of course she gives me a disgusted face because who would even fathom eating something healthy and then goes back to plucking her chin hair.

I've realized that it is best not to correct or even hint that she's talking nonsense you just have to figure out what she's talking about and answer her and move on.

How's the baby?

Remember how mother always says BABY?

Last night after visiting with Holly, Rob, and little Kenzie (she's like 1.5 yrs old) Mother kept asking questions so when she said baby we know she was referring to Kenzie but today like everyday she wants to know how the baby is....

Mother: How's the baby?
Me: Mask? (the cat)
Mother: No, the other one
Me: Julia? Lily?
Mother: No
Me: Kenzie
Mother: Yes, she's cute (we had this conversation last night)
Mother: The baby and points to the door
Me: Yes, Mask is outside, she doesnt want in
Mother: The baby ok?
Me: Mask? No, the other one
.....

pete and repeat fell off a boat, who was left?